Sapphirepearlshipping- looking for stars
She thought maybe if she couldn't find her star, she would help her look for it.
Dawn had never been a great fan of ghosts, or anything supernatural, to be honest. They had a slim chance of being real, they were weird and they were creepy. Key word, creepy. Stories her friend Iris had told her had kept her up at night on more than one occasion.
But May had a different view. She always had, she was the type of person.
"You should try and be friends with them." She insisted. "Don't you think, after staying on earth for so long, they'd be lonely?"
No. To be completely honest, Dawn had never thought about ghosts that way. May talking about ghosts scared her more than ghosts themselves- her energetic side would fade and her lonelier self was revealed. Dawn didn't blame her for hiding it. The lonelier was delicate, a trait May would rather die than admit she had. May was bright and tough and seemingly strong, both literally and figuratively. May tried hard to make herself seem like a bright, optimistic person, like a boy. Too hard.
May was nothing like her brother. Max was all science and logic and "ghosts don't exist", but he was also quite interested in girls. Dawn wasn't surprised he chose to be Clemont's helper. They were both men of science, the only difference between the two was the fact that Max already had a girlfriend; Clemont's sister Bonnie. May was a whole different story.
May was fantasies and fairy tales. Storybooks and pens that write them. Eyes that can see all possibilities. And she was the first to deny the fact of any kind of attraction, also known as love. May would talk about spirits for hours on end.
May talked about stars. Her blue eyes would shine and she'd tuck her brown hair behind her ear. She said everyone had a star, a star that would light their path when every other light was out. Dawn didn't have a star. May had a star, to get married before her brother did. She would joke about it but Dawn knew inside she felt hollow. He space needed to be filled by something. Something warm, something she was trying to deny. Something called love.
Dawn wanted a star. She liked knowing where she was going. She didn't want to be blind.
May had a star, but she didn't need one. She was bright and sunny to begin with. May was the month of birth and happiness and butterflies. May was the girl of happiness and butterflies. Her smile was the sun. no, the stars- she could light up the path of any boy she chose. A girl with the sky for eyes and clouds for dreams and the stars for a smile. A girl with hair the colour of the earth. A girl with scattered freckles and a butterfly heart. Dawn would open her mouth to talk and the butterflies would fly in, flutter inside her.
Like they were now.
"May, you said you didn't like any boy."
"Yes, I did."
"Then, do you like any girls?"
Her answer took Dawn by surprise. "Yes."
"Good." The blue-haired girl felt her heart lift. "Because I think one likes you."
"You know when I said I would find a star for you, Dawn? I think you've found it."