Oneshots

Stars

The stars are beautiful.

When the night sky blooms above like a medallion of prussian blue, Allie can feel the stars warming up her skin with its delicate touches of white and silver. 

And that is all she ever wishes for.

To feel the stars every night.

Allie didn't know when she began to see the stars. 

All she remembered was that her days were filled with darkness before. Before light came in and became the beautiful angel to guide her nights, she was alone in the vast horizon of black with nothing but a fragile frame inside of her. A body hollow, twisted and broken. 

For days, she'd wander around in circles without a certain aim, wondering how she'd live the rest of her days. She didn't have any friends, companions. She hadn't experienced love and happiness and kindness.

And then one day, dots of white appeared on her skin and when she looked up, there was a glistening array of beauty. 

All through the nights, she wished and wished that she could reach up and touch them. She didn't care if they scorched her or burned her to bone. They would fill her to the brim with tears and she'd thank them. Thank them for warmth she never knew she could feel.

Allie fell in love with the stars.

And she didn't care if they were just holes poked in a container to allow her to breathe.

A/N : wrote this a long time ago but totally forgot to published it. was inspired by a tweet that i can't seem to find now :')