"If you lean forward, I bet you could catch them." The woman laughed, holding him by the waist when he stood on his toes on the edge of the windy cliff side. "You're so close," she encouraged. "They're right there for you to grab. See? they're dancing for you." She ran her fingers through his soft, black hair. Looking up at the sky between his spread fingers.
Excitement bubbled within him, spilling out- "I see!" He cried.
"You you see the moon?"
"The big white thing?"
"Yes."
"It's smiling at you."
He gasped. "Really?"
Now, the same eyes studied the clouds covering the stars, a toothpick hanging from his chapped lips. He ran a hand through his hair, and it was all he could do to keep himself from voicing his frustration. The wind tore at his clothes, howling viciously. Zack Fair remained unmoving, leaning over the railing of the balcony, leaning over the edge.
"Why darling? There's no stars there for you to catch out there." Mrs. Gainsborough had smiled at him sadly, petting his hair like she always did.
Zack lowered his head, a hand still on the back of his head. Below him, cars honked nosily, electronic billboards flashed and the city glowed green. He had wanted to go, but he would've missed everything. The servants, Aerith, Mrs. Gainsborough's daughter, the jungle, and the townspeople.
Mrs. Gainsborough had kept on smiling, and petting his hair, understandingly. "I guess you'll have to make new ones."
Make new ones, Zack repeated. Wasn't it that simple?
"My son." A silver haired woman stood in the doorway, white furs hanging off her shoulders. "Come back inside, won't you?"
He straighted himself, striding through the door, and resigned himself to his fate. Hoping that maybe one day he could join the stars in their dance.