Stars Above You

fifteen

"How else can you describe pain?"

Emilio asked me as I looked down at the paper sheet, still plain, no marks of ink.
I looked up, and felt the cold breeze kiss my skin.
"It's like the night sky. Dark, endless."

At that night, we had sat by the cliff again.
Discussing how to master the art of poems.
At that night, I have decided to accept Emilio's help.
Thinking that perhaps... he could really help me forget.

"How else?" He asked.

"Maybe..." I mused.
"Like a bird without wings."
"Falling down into an empty abyss."
"An abyss, so cold, it would no longer feel the sun's kiss."

Emilio stared at me, deeply. Like he was trying to reach for my soul.

"You're afraid."

I fell silent, and started playing with the pen.
"M-Maybe I am."

He sighed.
"Well, it happens sometimes."
I stared at him, and looked into his eyes.
"Can you tell me why?"

"The reason why some people are afraid..." he began to explain.
"Is because they feel like they're betraying the certain people they want to forget."
"So they lock themselves up inside the cage of dark memories, not realizing that they're slowly drowning."

I continued to listen.
"Moving on is only about forgetting the bad memories. The good ones and the lessons that they teach shall remain."

"So don't be afraid to move on. It's about time you be brave."