Even
in death our brightest stars never fade from our hearts. They affect
us. More so than the tragedy of their deaths. They linger for us.
Never truly leaving.
A
girl weeps. A blade to her tired wrist. Alone. Or so she feels. But a
Star Mans voice awakens her from her fading light, expelling the
darkness that threatens to consume it. It flickers for a moment
before growing in to a beacon that illuminates her world as it had
been when she was a mere innocent child.
The
Starman holds her hands gently as the blade falls from existence. He
smiles, helping her to her feet. Time stops as he whispers in her
ear. "Oh no love, you're not alone." His eyes meet hers and she
watches him disappear as if taken away by a gentle wind.
She
can no longer see him, though she knows she will never be alone
again. Her Starman was watching over her now. Whispering in her ear
in times of need.
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