When you wished upon a star for love, it responded and said it will be your lover and come to your side. You eagerly await its arrival, but you worry if you’ll survive long enough to see them when you hear news of an impending planet-sized collision that will obliterate earth.
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Just days left now. I’ve spent so much time on my little apartment balcony, looking up, just waiting.
“Maybe I ought to just sleep out here,” I thought.
I rubbed my tired eyes; when the news came that they couldn’t stop the collision, I stopped worrying about getting proper sleep. The only thing I worried about now was not being able to meet her.
It was three in the morning when I’d made my wish. I was exhausted but still didn’t want to sleep. I was stuck in this weird, groggy haze… which is probably why I made the wish in the first place. And I definitely didn’t expect to get an answer back.
I felt a little less tired as I recalled the sound of her voice in my ears…
I will gladly be your love; give me but a little time, and I shall have enough strength to take on a physical form.
It was more than just the sound of it, though, it was the feel of it; it washed over me like warm water after a day spent out in the snow.
It was three in the morning now; I figured maybe if I was awake at the same time she’d answered me, that would be when she would appear.
And for once, I was right about something.
The first thing I noticed was that one of the stars in the sky had become brighter. I got up off of the chair on my balcony and gripped the railing as I looked up. The star grew brighter still. I wondered if anyone else could see it. A moment later, and it disappeared –
And there, hovering just above my balcony, was a figure that seemed to be bathed in the soft light of the stars. Light practically dripped from her long hair and from her slender fingers. She wore a robe of deep, midnight blue. Her bare feet landed without a sound on my balcony. But the brightest thing of all was her eyes. In her pupils swirled strands of bright red and purple, like the images I’d seen of pictures taken from the Hubble telescope.
My legs wobbled and I fell back into my chair. A million questions all fought their way to the forefront of my mind, but all I could do was stare at her.
“The world is ending,” I said, “and… I’d stopped looking for love a long time ago. I never expected this to happen.”
She smiled and sat down beside me.
“Love has come to you when you need it most; it does not always come when we are searching for it,” she said.
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