Warning: feels might be felt.
She looks up at the stars: big balls of gas thousands of miles away that shine from different galaxies and worlds and universes; pearls in a sea of endless black; a parade of dancing, twinkling bodies.
Maybe he's up there dancing with them. After all, he did like to dance before he joined the stars. Maybe he's teaching them how to dance like he taught her. That's why stars twinkle, really; swirling and spinning like he used to.
Could there ever be fault in them? He always said there was never any shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.
He'd also said that "My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." But right now, at this moment, her head was clear and she could see the millions of formations that the various lights made up.
She peers up at them through wide eyes. All the lights, dancing to the divine song of eternity, against their backdrop of infinite black oblivion. He probably enjoys it there, with both legs and no cancer to speak of.
Grief had long been replaced by a hallow ache that she had grown accustomed to. It never truly goes away, even though most say it does. It only goes away forever when you die, only to be inflicted on the next victim that grieves for you. It's a force so powerful that none can forget. It's endless.
Endless. Like the parade of stars above her head.
The heavens smile down at her, and she smiles back.
Maybe one day she'll join him up there. Then they can dance to the divine song of eternity against an infinite black oblivion. They would dance forever, having no worldly restrictions and sense of time. It would be extravagant. Then they would teach the rest of the stars to dance, and be the lead of their parade. No one would rain on it, for all the lights in the universe would follow and twinkle and spin behind them.
She decides she likes that idea. She likes it a lot.
She wants nothing more than to be with him again. Ever since he left, there has been a hole to big to fill in her heart; a void so vast and large that an infinite number of oxygen tanks and cliché romance movies and support groups could not close.
So she will wait. She would wait for the rest of eternity to dance among the stars. It's been a lonely year, and she doesn't feel like she has a forever left before she will join him. Maybe another year; maybe a few short months; maybe a few days.
However long it is, she will not give up. As the Void gets bigger, her hope does also. Not the hope of staying in the world a while longer, but the hope of seeing and dancing with him soon.
So she waits, gazing at the Endless Parade of Stars that seem to spell out her favorite word.
And she whispers it back:
"Okay."
How'd you like? Thanks for reading!
~Aubz
