It was a beautiful, peaceful night and the world was soft as it whispered a song throughout the leaves and grass. The stars were shining brighter then ever and the moon was glowing. In reality it was such a beautiful, wonderful, and unforgettable night. At least that's the way it should have seemed.
The Earth for once did not seem to please Esther Louise, for once it seemed like a terrible joke. A joke that passed on from leaf to leaf, tree to tree, life to life and eventually wound back up on her shoulders. As she walked through the empty streets of small town Iowa, she cried silently. Not the tears that people can see, but the restraint of the cry that happens on the inside. The cry that nobody seems to hear. This cry is terrible, perhaps the worst of them all.
As she walked down the streets that turned into a gravel road, she mocked the Earth this night. For it seemed so beautiful, too beautiful to match what had taken place. How could the world seem so elegant on a night that was so full of death?
Death.
The very word lingered in her soul, her mind, her mouth. The very taste of it made her gag as if somebody were choking it out of her.
It is not every day that a 16 year old girl looses her parents. Especially not at once. For they were only running to the gas station when the huge semi truck tipped over and all the gas spilled out, only to light the truck on fire and cause an explosion. Why tonight? Why now? Why here and why them?
It wasn't even their fault.
Esther checked her watch, it had been exactly 11 hours and 8 minutes since she found out. Her sisters were brought to the pastors house so he could tell them, he could try to explain how they went to heaven and they'll be okay.
But for tonight, Esther couldn't handle that. She didn't know what she was doing, she didn't even know what she believed anymore.
All she knew is that it was her and her two younger sisters.
Everything would be different.
Nothing was normal.
She was all alone.
She was all alone in this entire galaxy.
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Galaxies
General FictionEvery person has a story, and that story has legacy and meaning. Each person exists and doesn't, meaning they are here now and they never were. Each person is a star, and we're all just stars in this big Galaxy.