The Sky's Heart

The Sky's Heart

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The world was silent, as it rightfully should have been. Night descended as the beings upon the ground returned to their homes and slumbered. All was silent and peaceful, as it had always been since the beginning. The sky shone both light and dark as their time of meeting drew near. The sun sunk slowly beneath the western horizon as the moon crept up to soon replace it. The receding day sky greeted her sister with beautiful words which expressed her deep love; the ebony sky simply nodded in response. The day sky was never offended by her sister's lack of words, for she knew she loved her. For that was the way it had always been.
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Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.

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