Soon, she stopped dancing. She took off her suit of stars and went back into the ship made of metal and desperate wishes and calculations made by the long gone and to be gone over by all that follow.
It glistened as it fell back to the blue, past the white and gold and pink clouds- the ones that fell black to let us shine when all hope is lost.
Our children were the ones who had stars in their eyes and longing in their faces as she returned home to noises great enough to wake even our ancestors.
At that moment, the universe shook as millions and millions of mothers and fathers and innocents and criminals and children all thought the same thing.
They were unified by memory and stories- memories and stories of a girl who had touched us.
Memories of a girl who had touched the stars and whom we never forgot.
YOU ARE READING
❁STARS❁
Short Story❁she ran away with us and we painted the night sky❁ first person plural because there is none
