He lies in his bed, thoughts running through his mind at disconcerting speeds, passing through his sight only to teasingly run off. The plastic, luminescent stars are arranged on his ceiling to match the northern view of the sky from his Dublin manor in late summer. They're reversed, of course, as his bed faces away from the window that he sees them out of.
Whenever he finds himself alone with his thoughts like this, he lets his mind wander to the stars, and he puts his arm up and squints his eyes so that it seems like he could grab a handful of them and bring them down for company.
He thinks of her, with her incredible intellect, and seemingly unreachable beauty. But she's given him her beauty, and she's given him every opportunity for love that he could have asked for. When he's around her, outer space doesn't seem so far away.
Then, he thinks of the forbidden love. The one that he's trying so hard to forget the feel of. He wants to forget the incredible way her voice soothes him, and the way that her eyes speak to him. But his vigorous wishing is in vain, because forgetting the way he feels is forgetting her. It's impossible. With her, space is just unreachable again.
But, then again, the stars are meant to be unreachable.
A/N: P: Didn't like this much. But the idea was savvy in my mind, so I'll take half credit, at least. -sigh- Silver's good enough for me. Kudos if you get that one ;)
Thanks to Eve (XxEviexX) for the beta.
Disclaimer: Eoin Colfer's. Not mine.