Falling For A Fallen Star


Falling For A Fallen Star

Two Page Love Story By G. Z. Kieft

 

Bright sparks of fire ignited the sky – like a blanket over the ozone layer, and a loud blast accompanied an object trailing smoke as it zoomed towards earth’s surface. I’ll never forget exactly where I was in that moment: wandering the lonely streets of Timton, my hometown, as its residents snoozed alongside the half moon. Gap-mouthed I stared at the unfolding of the explosion, and when the smoke trailed object disappeared from my view, curiosity overcame me. I grabbed my bicycle from my house and zipped through the hilly streets, the sound of the chain rasping over the sprockets and the tires heaving over the asphalt. Timton stood at the edge of a cliff that overlooked a large forest, and as I left the town I was introduced to a magnificent view. Amidst the forest, a patch of trees had been cleared out by the collapse of the space object, and I was easily able to map out my way there. I must’ve been going a thousand miles per hour down that hill, and I cockled in excitement until I entered the quiet, lonely woods. Here my tires crackled over small branches and little rocks, and the cascading shrieks of crickets surrounded me. Finally, amongst the towering shadows of trees, I made out the foggy smoke I had set out to find. I leapt off my bike and hurried to the edge of what I discovered was a huge crater. My heart raced with anticipation and the hairs on my arms stood up eagerly. I breathed – the smoke was too thick for me to see. I waved my hands to clear my vision, and that’s when I saw her. In the largest of craters, the tiniest of bodies lay curled up and naked, the sparks of fire exploding off her skin periodically. She was my age, I noticed immediately, and I hurried down the crater a bit clumsily.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

When she woke up, her golden eyes met mine and an entire universe of experience flooded my vision. I could tell, just by looking her in the eyes, that she was more than just a girl. She was a star. After introducing myself, I took her home with me and hid her in my room, where I nurtured her back to health. I didn’t have a sister, so she was forced to wear all my boy clothes, but she was cute all the same. That star and I… we bonded. A lot. We did everything together and we always ended every day at the top of the monkey bars, where she relentlessly divulged to me the secrets of life. She had seen so much in her short star life, but she couldn’t return. The oxygen here was too thick for her to remember how to fly. That’s when the solution came to me. NASA had set up a space station not too far from here, and after months of research, the star and I had finally found out how to get her back home. She sat on the handlebars as I biked us to the space station. The day was beautiful: the spring warmth was invading the winter winds and we giggled loudly under the sterling glare of the sun as we wobbled our way to our destination. There it was. The rocket we would sneak into. We dressed up as a scientist, with her on my shoulders under a lab coat and a fake mustache, and we managed to get inside the rocket quite easily. Our hearts were pounding in our little chests, and I looked at her expectantly. She assured me everything would be okay, and after considering my trust in her, I smiled and nodded. Everything would always be okay with her at my side. Three… Two… One… lift off. We bounded into space and the entire spacecraft shook with effort. It was loud and painful. But as soon as we breached the ozone layer, utter peace took over. I peeked out the tiny window and marveled at the earth. My star set her little head on my shoulder and I felt complete: everything was going as it should. Several days later, our shuttle descended to the moon, the mechanical legs whirring as they planted themselves on the new, undiscovered surface. The star and I waited for the spacemen to leave and explore before we slipped out of the rocket. The moon was amazing. We floated over the ground as effortlessly as feathers in the wind.

“This is it.” She said.

This was it. The tears streaming from our eyes climbed over our eyelashes and floated into the sky.

“I love you.” I told her.

“I love you.” She told me back.

We kissed, and I felt her tender, soft lips burn with heat. We parted, and she smiled. Thank you, she mouthed, and she retreated away, keeping her eyes on me. The stillness of space was exasperating, and my chest was beginning to constrict from no oxygen. But I had learned how to deal with lack of oxygen because the star had taken my breath away since the day I met her.

Suddenly, like an atomic bomb, the star blazed into a billion little fires brighter than a hundred suns combined, and the warmth engulfed me. I thought for a moment that I would never see the star again, and I cried as the fire tore the skin from my bones. I sobbed as I felt my final heart beat.

But when I awoke, I realized the only thing I would never see again was my body. I was bounding through the galaxy at a thousand miles per hour in her arms. I was forever the ash in the burning flames of a shooting star. I was forever in the body of my lover. I was now truly complete.

And we existed happily ever after.