A story underneath the Stars</i></b>
She sat there, staring at her hands. It was a beautiful night outside, but she had no one to spend it with. He was back at his house, stuck doing homework. She sat on the hilltop, staring up at the sky. The sun was still up, but it was slowly going down. Leaving a pink and orange hue.
“At least you have someone, Moon.” She muttered. She had shoulder length brown hair, blue grey eyes, that were greyer some days and bluer the next, and light tan skin. She wore an over sized sweatshirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. A pair of blue Asics were on her feet.
“You know, your situation reminds me of my current situation. The Sun, bright, warming, strong, beautiful, can’t be with the Moon, fair skinned, silent, alone, so they chase each other around the sky. Hoping that one day, just one day, they meet up and can hold each other so close. And they do, on the solstice. But that’s not enough, so the Sun disappears when it’s the moons turn to watch everyone, and she was so burdened with her sadness, that she created the stars. Of course, I’m talking about you in your high form.” The girl looked at the grass, running her fingers through it.
“This is how I picture it, the perfect story. Or, not so perfect.” She whispered. She leaned back onto her back and stared up at the sky, one hand behind her head, the other still running through the grass.
“There was a woman, she was a normal everyday commoner. She had the fairest skin, the brightest smile and eyes. Oh, her eyes, they took people to lands they never imagined. At night, she always seemed to light it up, giving the world something to see by. She loved being out in the darkness, cause you see, before there was the Sun and the Moon, it was all like limbo. No dark, but no light. Now, in a village a few hours away, was a man. And when the world seemed to have lost light, he would always appear. He gave everyone warmth, creating a light no one has ever seen before. He had tan skin, warm chocolaty eyes, and always radiated warmth.” She closed her eyes and ran her finger through the grass again. The sound of grass crunching filled the air and she opened her eyes and sat up, looking behind her.
“What happened?” He asked, walking up to her and sitting down right behind her. He laid down so that his feet pointed towards the city, his head towards the houses. She placed her head on his arm and he wrapped it back over her neck, holding her close.
“Well. One day they were out at the same time, and for that whole day, it would hurt people to even look in their direction. So both, the Moon and the Sun, retreated to a nearby forest, which happened to be the only thing connecting the two people. In there, the world seemed darker, but the light still reached the villages, but it didn’t hurt to look around anymore.”
“So that is how they met?” She nods.
“Yea. The Moon was sitting on a smooth boulder, crying her heart out. ‘Why do the people not want to look at me today? Why does it hurt me so?’ The Sun, he was nearby, and all he heard was an angelic voice, that sounded so depressed. He followed the trail of crystals, realizing that they were not crystals, but tears. He came upon her at the rock and was instantly struck by her beauty. ‘Why do you cry? A woman as fair as you should never have to cry.’ She looked up and he couldn’t breath. Her looks, like it did to everyone else, whisked him off his feet. Now, she was in the same the position, His beauty made her want to weep, for she thought she was no match for his. ‘I cry because the villagers can’t look at me. They scream that it hurts there eyes, that they can’t handle it.’”
“You know, the Moon sounds a little self centered.”
“I would call her more vain. Of course, any woman that looked like her would be vain. How could they not? She is very beautiful.”
“He. I’m not too sure about that.”
“No one could compare to her beauty.” He sat up and looked down at her. She looked up into his eyes, and her heart melted. Every time she would look into those eyes, bright and full of joy, she would remember why she fell for him in the first place.
“I wouldn’t say no one.” Her cheeks grew warm at the compliment, a small smiled on her face.
“’My fellow towns people refuse to look at me. They cover there eyes and tell me that it hurts if they don’t’ he responded. This was how it all started. She would get twelve hours of the day; he would get the other twelve. And on one day, they would both meet in the forest and just hold each other. No words were needed to express how the other felt towards them. For every time they saw each other, their eyes would tell their story.”
“That’s not possible though. They would have to say something, right?” She shook her head. Staring at the stars. “Their eyes couldn’t say EVERYTHING though, right?”
“Eyes are the windows to the soul. All they had to do was look at each other, and they could see that their soul was still attached to them. On this night, they would sit on that boulder where it all started, and held each other. But one day, when they were supposed to meet, she did not come. He went back to his village and was heart broken. ‘She doesn’t love me anymore’ he thought. But it was far from that. In fact, she loved him too much. The village locked her in her room and wouldn’t let her out. They threatened to kill her if she tried anything funny. Cause you see, the village started to think she was more than a human. Cause no human in the world could be as beautiful as she was. The second time they were suppose to meet, the villagers tortured her for information on their meeting place, and eventually gave in. But by the time they got there, he was gone. They had missed him by a few minutes. ‘Next time we come on time’ one said. ‘and we kill this mystery man.’ He finished.”
“Why would they want to kill him? Wasn’t he making her happy?”
“Yes. But the townsmen were selfish and greedy, they all thought her theirs, so they thought that killing this man would satisfy them and she would fall in love with them. Yet, it was them who drove her away from the townspeople on that one day. For days and days they waited, the time grew closer and closer. When finally, it was the day they have been waiting for.”
“Why did the Sun still go if she wasn’t there the last two times?” She shrugged. She looked up into his eyes.
“Love was what drove him to that spot. Love makes you do crazy things.” He smiled.
“What kind of crazy things?”
“Well for one, it doesn’t let you finish a story.” He chuckled.
“Alright then, finish the story.” He ran his hand through her hair, laying back down. She looked back up at the stars.
“When the Moon found out what they were going to do, she was hysterical. She demanded to be released but her pleas only fell upon deaf ears. She sat in her room and cried, they became crystals and littered the bed and floor. She would grab them in her hand and crush them, sprinkling the dust across her body. An hour later the men came back, blood on all of them. ‘The mystery man is dead! He no longer breathes this air with us, tainting it with his wickedness.’ News quickly spread, and within twenty minutes the Moon knew exactly what had happened. She wept and wept, her crystallized tears starting to pile up around her. ‘Wicked men! You shall not be rewarded for this! I will love none of you! I will marry none of you!’ She shouted out.
In her outrage she assembled her tears and angrily fused them together, creating a crystal dagger. She used it to take her life. With her last dying breaths she whispered ‘I want to be with the man I love. I want to stay with him for all eternity and never leave his side’ and with that she left this world. But you see, fate has a twisted sense of humor.”
“So their god let her be with him, but not how she expected it.” She nodded, pulling him closer for warmth.
“Yes. Their god granted her wish, knowing he had wished the same with his dying breath. So he created the Sun and the Moon in the immortal forms. For twelve hours the Sun would sit in the sky and watch over the world. The moon would try to reach him and hold him tight, but he was pushed away by an invisible force, leaving her in the sky for twelve hours. The moon cried and cried, wishing that she could hold him just once. Like they used to. The next day the sun came out and she was pushed away. But later that day, the moon came up against her will and covered the sun. In those eight minutes she held him tightly and he held her. That night the sun was pushed away again. ‘This is all too much for me’ she wept. She cried and cried, and her tears sailed off into the night sky, creating the stars we now see today.”
“So the sun and the moon watch over us and make sure that?”
“The Sun and the Moon watch over us and make sure fate doesn’t use its wicked humor to amuse himself. They push lovers together and keep the world spinning.”
“Wow. I don’t think I have ever been more grateful for the Sun and the Moon than I am now.”
“Don’t forget, their god also helps them. So it wasn’t only them, but their god that put our fate together.” She sat up and he followed, placing his arms behind him to keep him sitting up. She followed suit and placed her head on his shoulder. He placed his head on her head. “The Moon and the Sun are both beautiful immortals, don’t forget it.”
“All immortals are beautiful.”
“Then I think I have fallen for a god.” She looked up at him, smiling.
“I think I have too.” He whispered. He pulled her closer and together they watched as the sun disappeared and the Moon rose high into the night sky. The Moon‘s tears filled the night sky.
“Je t’adore Cameron.”
“Je t'adore aussi Crimson.”