short story - Cosmic Love
I can’t help but be addicted to this Florence and the Machine song, so. The last post had art in it.. have some writing ~
Faintly, her fingertips traced the region where his heart lie - listening to the subtle, dull beat that pulsed between them. They were far from in rhythm, his slow and hers like a million drums at once; beating to a tune of nervousness. As he lay asleep, and her eyes wide with curiousity, the night sky above them was a map of white pricks and pinholes in a dark cover of silken fabric, interlaced with gradients and the occasional bit of machinery. There was barely enough light to see, but she could make out his features. She could always make them out; light or not, they were burned into the deepest regions of her mind.
The girl could stare at his face for hours, watch his lips barely part as he slept, no sound escaping them. Or she could gently move dark locks of hair from his vision, and smile as he barely stirred in his slumber. There were so many things she could do that would bring her endless joy, and he would barely even shift an inch. She had watched him since the beginning of time, from the sky - her soul weeping as she could only see her beloved when the sun fell and he was asleep, for she was a star.
Their love was the purest one could imagine, her heart encased in such a position where she could only curl up next to him while he slept, and enjoy the faint sound of his breathing. If the boy had ever awoken, he would have been met with a vision of striking beauty only to be blinded moments later. The light that came from her every pore was so brilliant he would be rendered sightless if his lids were to flutter open, oh she longed to know the color of his eyes, but she did this for his own health. Every night, the boy would go outside to sleep. She did not know why, but she praised whatever governed the universe for this simple blessing. Then she would come down from the sky, silent and stunning - her naked body pressing into the grass beside him. They would lay there for what seemed like merely seconds to her - far too short for her longing.
Though slowly, the boy stopped his nightly routine. His star wept, worried, and hung listlessly in the sky until one night he came out! He was alive! Her heart fluttered, only to be stabbed to the corkboard of dissapointment. A young girl was hand in hand with him, she was pretty. But pretty in comparison to blinding beauty was nothing. He would see! He would see who was more worthy of his love! In a short burst of light, she came from the sky; heard their twin gasps, and twin screams as her brilliance stole their sight. The star’s lower lip trembled, human bodies falling in a entangled lump in the charred grass. She had killed the only thing she loved.
Moving silently to her love, gently pushing the corpse of the girl off him, she cradeled his burnt face; tracing the scarred remains of his lovely face. Nimble fingers ran down to his chest, only to meet silence. Her heart broke into a million pieces, scraping her throat as she choked back a ghostly wail. Shimmering tears fell onto his skin, running down the grooves of marred flesh, before she carried his body back up to the sky, light enveloping them - that same blanket now a star brighter.
