“Hey, Charlotte. Do you love the stars?” Her eyes twinkle in delight.
“I suppose.. I’ve never really put much thought behind it.” I answer, much to her disappointment. She carries on anyway.
“Sometimes I wish I was a part of them, free to float and just be, you know?” Maggie asks. I nod, because I do know. “And, I just wish I could get away from everything. I can’t anymore.” Maggie chokes out a sob, her blue eyes sparkling with tears so tragically but so beautifully. I hug her, because she looks like she needs it.
“Maggie, I love you. Let me know if you ever need anything, alright?” I confirm. She shakes as she sobs, her blond hair an uncombed mess, but such a stunning mess. She is a beautiful mess. Maggie never replies to my comment, so I just hold her until she grows tired of crying and falls asleep, crumpled in defeat.
A few weeks later, she was gone. Now, she was one of the stars, her bright blue eyes glistering along with the rhythm of the burning balls of gas