A/N: This is a cute little story I just thought of on the dot. I thought it was a cute RyuxShu plot, so I made it so. I think Ryu is the I, and Shu is the one he's in love with. I didn't think about that when I wrote it. Please Review!
On dark nights, who will hold me close? Who will whisper words of love? Are you out there, waiting for me to wish for you to fall out of the sky? Come find me, for it seems that I am all alone in this world. I wish on a shooting star...
The night sparkled. The velvet sky draped across the night of Japan, lighting the world with luminescent glitterings of universes far from reach. Each small rip in the fabric of space glowed so brightly that it almost hurt; it was so beautiful that it did hurt. The beauty of the sky, so far from reach...
Still, I lift my hands, longing to touch eternity. I imagine that if I reach far enough, I can close my hands around the brightest star. It would be no larger than my hand, and I would take it into myself, so I could shine as bright as the one I love. I would never take it out for anyone, just my love. I would hand it to him, my star; my heart; my everything; for him to take as my promise to him.
The incessant beauty of everything never ceases to strike me. In the city, everything sparkles artificially; everything is masked in lies and dishonor. People kill, people steal, people hate, and it sucks away everything beautiful, leaving everyone drained, and lifeless. I too, was sucked of color in that dull, fake world. Grey was all that I saw, heard, tasted, and touched. Long had my pining for color had left. I was a zombie, rendered so by the mendacity of life.
I too, was a lie of the world. I was looked up to, as inspiration, as someone to aspire to. In truth, I was no different. I am not beautiful, and I cannot escape this world. I am trapped, more so than others, because this world swathes my being. I was created by this world, and I as I know myself, will not live on if this world abandons me. I want to live like my love.
He can sparkle, even though around him is dirty and dull. He seems to brighten up everything, wherever he goes. Even myself. I am drawn to him, like many others. This world tries to envelope him in its dull, alluring ways… it never does. On he shines, oblivious to the fact that he is the only one who has escaped. He does not see the bad in anyone, and sometimes, he is sickeningly optimistic. But that is who he is.
I close my hands and let them fall into the sand, tears cascading slowly down my cheeks. I cannot touch the star I want. It is too high, too far, too bright, too lovely… too pure. Never will I be able to transcend the heavens to where he stands, to where the brightest star shines.
A crab scurries across the turf, only to be snatched up by a lone bird. Even though he lives above the world of the city, he can still be hurt. When I see him cry, it breaks my heart. The one he sees as shining is tattered and worn and dirty. I have told him that, and he smiles through his tears, and says 'He's like a diamond. He's a bit rough now, but, one day, he will shine!'
I bite my lip softly. I hear my name being called by the one I love.
A shooting star catches my eye. It is beautiful. Large and round, with a fiery tail… It is falling from its place in the heavens, falling into the arms of the world.
"There you are," his voice comes. He walks up, smiling. His dazzling smile falters as he sees the remains of tears on my cheeks. He brushes his hair out of his eyes. "Are you okay?"
Quickly, I wish on the falling star. "Yes."
"What are you doing out here? You just left after the concert, and I was worried," he mumbles, kneeling next to me in the sand. Softly, he takes his slim fingers and dries my tears with the utmost care.
"I came… because it's beautiful out here," I whisper; this is the truth. I love the beauty of far away places. Places in the world that have not yet been touched and tainted by the lies of the city.
He lies down next to me, cuddling against my side. "You say some odd things, but that makes sense…Just do tell me when you're going star gazing!"
I pull him close, kissing his forehead tenderly. I always wish for the same thing on falling stars; that my own would come to me.
No, I can never reach far enough, or climb high enough to reach my star… But sometimes, stars fall to earth and into the arms of those who love them most.