The night Kingsley was born, the stars were sinking into the darkness surrounding. Within the reigning silence, the world held its breath; everything was frozen, unmoving. Everything but the falling snow. No cars were heard honking in the city streets, no ambulances screamed toward the hospital. It seemed that all life had quieted into pause at the arrival of the new one. And so as the night went on, the infinite dark swallowed every star in the sky, never satisfied, never satiated; taking every kernel, every ray of light.
It was on a freezing spring's night, a night of cruelest cold. The month of March did its work well this year, coating the streets in powdery mounds in an unexpected blizzard; it seemed that snow would never stop falling. The doctors joked it was the coldest night of the coldest spring there'd been in years, and that the babe rocking on her mother's heaving breast would grow to be strong.
A bundle of joy and warmth to fight this storm we're having! said a lovely nurse to the mother.
But she could not hear, could not see anything but the girl's eyes. The girl's eyes, twin pools of infinite dark which had swallowed every star in the sky. Eyes that shone brighter than the beacons of light peppering the heavens far above.
The mother looked to the window, at those stars, and at the glittering snowflakes now softly waltzing down from the sky to lay in a bed of sparkling white, and said,
"Look, Kingsley... look."
The babe shook her fist, and those eyes drank in the world for the first time.
"Look; the sky is falling for you."
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Asunder
Teen Fiction"Promise me. Promise me you'll never beg someone to stay when they're already gone." Tangled up a million knots, Kingsley has lost faith in happiness. Her heavy heart struggles to continue to beat, and she is slowing down. It seems to her that the w...
