Constellations do speak beautifully of you
They looked up to the hollow sky filled with stars and sparks. As that day was clear and no clouds hazing over, they got to see those stars even visible than usual. That girls’ eyes seem to be focused on a certain star, her pupils were sparkling beautifully like the way they do.
“And that star,” the boy beside her pointed, “is Orion.” She followed the way his fingers went. “Is studying astronomy that difficult, Stuart?” She uttered. Stuart doesn’t nod but lowers his hand instead. “Not really. You know, I’ve been eager of this since my childhood days.”
It’s true, Marie reminded. That childhood friend of hers found his interest in astronomy since their primary school days—once he saw a book about stars and mumbled that one of the stars looks comparable to Marie’s eyes ... Kids’ fantasy.
Now Marie giggled. How could little Stuart be such flirty?
Again, they faced up to those stars, heeding to the lull; more likely enjoying those twinkles. As a heavy breath sounded, Marie heard her name called.
“Those stars we counted,” his baritone voiced.
“To me, all of them be speaking about you and your lovely eyes.”
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It was Marie’s eyes that Stuart stares straight into and nothing else, in a fading smile and intense gaze. She could feel her heart throbbing hastily; a feeling of denial and happiness built up stifling inside her chest.
Does that mean her feeling is reciprocated?
Black dress and bare face. Her eyes appeared as if it was as damp as a river before—then dried.
Those roses have been grasped between her rough palms for hours; not held but grasped. Scarcely.
Marie crouched on the ground, snuggling the gravestone as she curbs her emotion to not come out with the tears filling the brim of her eyes, trying to hold her voice so it won't weep—or likely, screaming her heart out saying, “Why can’t the world wait?”
That cancer he has been striving with for years, now finally letting him go of its tangle, but taking his life instead.
“You haven't even finished your astronomy class yet,” her thin lips murmured, shoulders shuddering as her voice started to wither within the whimper. An old couple stood behind her, with their face looking not much different to Marie’s. Them, as well as she did, trying to hold their cry as much as they could.
Stuart left his dream and feelings with the flowing wind.
Suddenly, rain fell like pouring from the sky, as if it cries assisting the mournful mood of the Rayner family. So, isn't it about time? Marry then stood up, stepping slowly but surely quitting the cemetery, leaving the bucket she brought and a goodbye on the stone.
Farewell, Stuart. Perhaps, the stars were aware of this love that wasn’t meant to be; as they stopped showing themselves in the hometown field.
