Inevitable Once

Hi everyone :) I would like to dedicate this story to some people. First to LuvFxWritting for making this beautiful cover and to SeriallKiler and to 6scarletautomn9 for being such good firends. Thank you all :3 This is a new experience for me and I hope you like it. If anyone is wondering, te name of the story is Inevitable Once because in all of the stories that will be in this book will have the words, There once...                                                                                Some people have not been telling me that I should delete some of the "There Once's" but I added them all on purpose, it makes the story have a different flow and more deepness (at least in my opinion)

There once was a girl who liked the rain and watched its drops fall from the sky softly on thecold, stone ground. On a wooden bench, she watched the children, jumping in the puddles, playing in the rain.

One day a small, freckled boy came to talk to her. He asked what she was doing and she replied simply that she was watching; watching the world as if it was something she never had seen before. For her it was new every time.

"Every drop of rain tells a story," she explained "They are born and they live their small life falling from the sky, breaking the barrier between the normal world and the greatness of the sky.  When they reach the ground they rise and become the stars of the night. The stars that reflect in the puddles of those transparent drops shine just a little brighter every night"

There once was a small freckled boy that came and visited her every day and night. Together they watched the stars and the rain. When they were together the sky was bluer and the night was darker making the stars shine brighter illuminating the world, as their hearts.

One rainy day, they planted a tree that represented their friendship. Every minute they were together, its leaves were greener and its flowers blossomed giving the world more color.

There once was a girl that didn't appear one rainy night. The boy cried and his tears became part of the world; they became the stars that night. The leaves of their tree continued growing so he knew that she was still with him. She herself had become a star, she had lived falling deeper and deeper in this world and had finally reached the ground. She became a star and shined brighter than any other.

That was how the boy knew that she was still with him. So every night from there he sat in their old wooden bench and read stories to the stars hoping she would hear him. So he was never alone from then on, he still had her every night. He could call the night time his own.

A new shining star in the night filled his hollow heart. She looked out for him and he looked at the stars... but not just her star. He looked at every star, every soul that was there - In the greatness of the sky. Every soul there had is attention because every soul had a life, just like she did. And every soul was part of the sky, just like she was. And every single star was watching him that night, just like she was. And this time she too, just like the other stars, was illuminating his heart.

That warm feeling made all of the winter snow melt, leaving the spring that forever brought joy to their small tree that now lived happily and watched all the love stories that passed near by... On that small bench where it all started with a simple question.