Dry Tears
Star didn't speak the entire way back home after Ludo stole her spell book at the graveyard. She moved like a zombie to her room and plopped down onto her bed with no strength left in her legs. She felt herself melt into the soft sheets, searching for warmth and comfort after her emotions got the best of her in the worst case scenario.
Marco stood at the doorway of her room looking at her with empathy in his eyes. "Star...can I come in?"
"I'm not really in the mood for talking right now Marco. I just wanna be alone right now...I need time to myself." She replied, lifting her head slightly so her voice could reach him.
Sighing, Marco grabbed the door knob and gave one last look at Star before shutting the door, "Goodnight Star. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight Marco." She replied with a turn of her head, smiling softly as they made eye contact with each other, somehow things had become so cold between them."Sweet dreams."
Marco smiled back at her as he finally closed the door gently, leaving Star alone with her thoughts about the events that happened that night. She felt herself start to shake with emotion as she looked where her spell book used to be on her table. Then she remembered how her magic turned from pink to green during her fight with Ludo after she saw Jackie and Marco together in the graveyard. The memory caused her heart to ache with pain at her own selfishness.
She knew her love could never become a reality. She knew it would only cause more heartache and pain if she told Marco how she truly felt about him. He had Jackie and she should be happy for him for finally getting the girl of his dreams. But somewhere in her subconscious a part of her saying: "I wanted to be the girl of his dreams."
She rolled over so she was staring up at the ceiling with a sullen face. She placed a hand over her chest and felt her heartbeat, even though she was alive physically, inside she was emotionally dead. This night had taken its toll on her emotionally and she didn't know if she could look at Marco the same way again.
"What am I going to do?" She whispered to herself in a shaking voice.
Outside her door, Marco was pressing his ear up against the door, he knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on his best friend but he couldn't help it. He was too worried about her. So he listened just a little while longer expecting to hear tears but instead he heard nothing. What he didn't know was that she was crying dry tears alone in her room.