"Did you name this place after the fruit, the song or the Walking Dead?"
"Who the fuck let you in here?"
She had found her reason to wake up every morning, something to await with every blink of an eye, someone that needed her to weigh down on their...
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under Vincent's starry sky
THE INTERLUDE before the ending act; a drenched girl hopping from tile to tile, draining the puddles onto herself. Her little feet tapping along in beats of sporadic rhythm and thumps. A silent melody to some dear no one close enough to hear.
The music against her ear shouted for undivided attention. Chopin's cries roared inside her mind, a loud plea to, for heavens sake, put an umbrella top her head to avoid ruining her rotting ancient headphones. To stop the abuse she was putting his composition through.
She splashed another wave onto her yellow boots, smiling brightly at the serene peace around her. Enjoying this moment in everlasting peace as she twirled through the streets of downtown San Francisco.
Raindrops drizzled down her exposed beauty, a sparkling effect of moonlight creating new freckles on her rosy, cold cheeks. The night sky was akin to a replica inside a museum, dazzling and absolutely wondrous, with comets and lonely plutos speckling atop the spilled milk of her galaxy. No use crying over spilled milk' mother's voice rang.
A melancholic emotion took her to a stop, halting her motor functions, back straight and neck craned. She had finally took a moment to gaze upon the endless horizon and then up to the transparent, hidden Milky Way.
Her unused shield fell over, onto the soaked concrete, hands shivered to the cool temperature she exposed herself in. However, despite the dying urge to tuck her palms into a warm fireplace, she brought them to wipe off the rain from her face and to then glide across the spine of her sky. Taking into consideration every fleck of cosmos, counting them individually thus none would get left out and thus none could be lonely ever again.
So many stars and not enough time to dance underneath them all
The stars retorted in soft glimmers covered by her palm, responding to the optimistic girl who took time out of her daily life to converse with the celestial bodies.
"Today was a good day."
She sighed, loving how her day wasn't as bad as she expected it to be— loving even more how the stars seemed to brighten up by just her ramblings. For the third time that day, she smiled widely, at what, she didn't know herself, being that her mind was a permanent blankness when under the natural ornaments. A void which usually brought calm rather than the warnings of a storm, which drove her to a perfect amount of transience.
Then, a shooting star, flashed across the night of Vincent Van Gogh's creation, flying around the stars in zigzags and straight lines. The phenomenon normally caught her attention, dragging her doe eyes along with it, on a trip into space and back, into consciousness and ignorance, into unknown warmth and back into the cold rainy night.
The lonely star claimed her attention, breaking down into pieces of it's future self, softly degrading on its travel beyond the atmospheric walls it's focus' sheltered in. Stardust dropped down in rain blotches onto the child's sweet cheeks, draining themselves like tears of a newborn mother. The cosmo finally vanished into the hues of cloud, not before dropping it's stardust onto another present being, into another set of wonderers.
Into another pair of dark eyes which enticed the children to stay with them, right there.
The interesting stranger locked their sparkling eyes in hers, mask on their face and hood over their hair. Baggy clothes adorned their body, just enough for the gender to be disassociated. That didn't matter much, as she was getting busy being lost in those peculiar eyes of a doe, a dark chocolate undertone and then the billions of sparkles she just looked up on in the sky. This person easily captured the galaxy in their eyes. A starchild just like herself.
Before she knew it, they broke contact, readjusting the cardboard box they were carrying and heading into an unfamiliar shop. The door leaving a chirpy melody as welcome to someone new in the empty space.
Unconsciously, her gaze followed the disappearing figure into the store and then across the intricate carvings of it's exterior, decorated by warm hues of brown and butterscotch, spotless windows and what appears to be a steampunk, medieval booth on the inside. Taking in each detail, with attention and care equal to that she gave the stars, plain colours fading into magnificent emotions within her velvet browns. Rust of the metals and mold carved in the walls gave the perfect sensation of vanitas, passage of time showcased in the simple things such as mere longevity of a human.
Alas, in cursive letters, like a centerpiece of an artist's gallery, the grand final concluding this shop—hung a simple, yet intriguing name in indigo bright.
[Clementine]
"Clementine..?"
She spoke out loud, questioning the reasoning behind a name like that, why not another title in it's stead. For why would the owner pick such name, she must know or else she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
"What a peculiar little place.."
A faint scent of some hidden gem behind the door reached her nose; the smell of freshly baked pastries.
Her stomach replied with dulcet roars, louder than the pouring rain, and she knew exactly what it was begging for- some bombass food and answers.
The girl took a final split moment to gaze up at the same sky as before, only to notice the blank abyss staring back. No longer did the stars shimmer as bright as she enjoyed. No longer did they show themselves to her, for the stranger from earlier, just happened to have stolen all of the stars in her night sky.
Their eyes were just so much more than the Milky Way Galaxy.
