When You Wish Upon A Star (Skephalo)

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Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, blossomed by the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

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The rest of the day was most uneventful. The most exciting thing was George and Clay practically beating the shit out of each other for the last marshmallow (which I ended up eating by the way).

Right now, I am watching the sunset on the roof of the rickety old shed. This day just...flew by, and it's kind of sad. Today was the only full day we all have together, and yet we barely even interacted with each other.

I didn't have to look who joined me on the roof to know exactly who it was. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him carrying his hoodie, which I took off earlier and didn't put back on.

"I've always loved the sunset." Darryl said, situating himself right beside me. "The blend of pink, red, orange and blue....it's just beautiful."

"But also sad." I butt in, earning a concerned look from the older male. I sighed, bringing my knees up to my chest. "It ends the only full day we all have together."

"It's not like we won't ever see each other again." Darryl countered. "Just....not as often."

I paused, looking over to my best friend.

The one who was there to help me up when others pushed me down.

The one who listened when others ignored.

The one who shone as bright as the sun in the darkest of nights.

The one who captured everyone's hearts selfishly without their permission, and would gladly give them back.

The one I....

"I don't think I could live another day without hearing your voice." I muttered out, blushing at the confession.

"We can always call. And we still have our videos and streams-" Darryl started.

"But they're not the same." I said.  "It's not the same as talking to you in person."

Darryl frowned, looking back at the stars, which were now making their presence known. "I know..."

Uncomfortable silence filled the air, one full of tension and hundreds of unspoken questions.

What are we?

Are we just friends or more than that?

Do I have feelings for him?

Does he have feelings for me?

Would it even matter?

"Do you believe in soulmates, Zak?" Darryl asked suddenly.

I paused for a moment, thinking about it. He answered before I even had a chance to.

"I like to think I do." He said. "Someone you just...click with. Someone you love forever. Someone who was made for you and you specifically."

I glance down at him, watching as the stars reflection shone from his emerald eyes. The silver moonlight shining down on his face, almost making him look ethereal. If I didn't know any better, I would've said that he was an angel in disguise.

And honestly, maybe he is.

"I don't know if I believe in soulmates." I said after a long silence. "Sometimes I do, but other times I just find the concept hard to believe. How can someone be made for you? It's just ridiculous, to be honest."