Prompt: One night with one possibility.


The Impossible

Star deems all things are possible. Like a fish will be able to walk, give it the course of evolution and adaptation in a thousand years. Like aliens exist, humans can't be the only sentient beings in the whole universe. There are so many things and yet she can't accept one possibility as the truth hits her senseless.

In constant pain.

In doubt.

In anger.

She wished and hoped to whoever is up there that it was all a giant joke to her life filled with meaning. But she knows life isn't all about good things.

His content smile did it for her.

Three feelings sets her into motion all at once.


Five hours ago…

"Star come on! We're gonna be late!" Marco yells from outside her house.

She has never rushed so bad in her life as she threw on a random flannel around her shoulders, wore a pair of sneakers and grabbed her bag before climbing into the passenger seat. She has no idea where her best friend is taking her but she knew it's probably something important. Because what could possibly be so important that it can't wait the next morning?

It's 1 a. m.

"Where are we going?"

He smiles cheekily. "It's a surprise"

So she might be wrong. She could be catching up on sleep since she pulled an all nighter the other day. She couldn't help but groan in frustration as she realizes that this must be one of Marco's out of the loop midnight adventures as he always holds on sometimes whenever he feels like it. Admittedly, they ended up really fun and spontaneous but she really needed to rest.

"If you wanna sleep go on ahead. It's a two hour drive"

That's all she needed to hear as she turns on her side and faces the window.

"But I gotta remind you that this is gonna be the last time we're doing this"

This mildly confused her. She turns around to see him still smiling at the road. It could mean many things. He could mean that he's going to take that trip with his dad which could last for about a year. She's surely going to miss him but she understands. He could also mean that he just realized how ridiculous these adventures could get as they always ended up asleep outside their houses. She went with the latter and decided to lie back down.

"Whatever just wake me up when we get there"


Star slips back into reality to something warm and toasty. It sort of felt nice but it was in that very moment Marco decided to wake her by poking her with a stick.

"I'm awake, i'm awake geez…" She sits up rubbing her eyes.

She feels the soft fabric underneath her tucked legs, notices the small campfire a few feet from her and lastly Marco literally beside her. He pushes her back down so her head rested on his lap.

"You don't have to get up to wake up silly"

"Where are we anyway and what are we doing this time?"

"Always so impatient" He looks up at the sky and she sees how he looked good beside a campfire. Star admitted this to herself about a year ago–that Marco isn't just a guy a few blocks from her house and her best friend. He's also good looking, intelligent and funny who also happens to be the man she has fallen in love with.

"Today we're stargazing"

Star was about to give him her best reasons why his lousy plans are a bad idea, thinking that it has something to do with fire, trespassing or even both but stops herself immediately.

"Wait that doesn't sound so bad"

"Do you believe that today is the best day for shooting stars?"

"Really?"

"Yeah" He checks his watch. "In about two minutes. So you better start listing your wishes"

"Marco if you told me sooner I would have prepared for this but for now I could only wish that we had beer or something"

He chuckles. "Wish granted"

He hands her a cold bottle as he clinks a half finished one with hers. She raises a brow at this and takes a small sip, somewhat mildly impressed.

"Well you surely prepared for this"

"Of course. I actually have a few wishes"

She frowns. "Still you could have given me a heads up"

"Then where's the fun in that?"

She rolls her eyes at him, remembering that he does take pleasure in pressuring her into rushing to leave because she always somehow misses a certain detail like two different shoes, untamed blonde hair or even her shirt on backwards. Today it's her hair tucked in a bun really really messily because she didn't have the time to comb it.

"By the way how did I even got here? You carried me?"

"Well yeah I couldn't possibly wake you up no matter how heavy you are"

Sometimes Star often thought that she just wants to chop off Marco's wonderful hands because he doesn't deserve them.

"Ow–ow Star quit it! Ow! Shit! Hey watch it!" Marco leaps away with a glare on his face as he attempts to lessen the pain of his new injuries.

"Not cool Star, not cool!"

"Calling me fat is not cool either!"

"I didn't called you fat, I called you heavy!"

There really isn't winning when it came with Marco Diaz as long as she didn't violently chuck something to injure his head or any part of his body. The thought of having this nice peaceful place with him under the stars is what keeps her from committing a crime of murder.

"Oh two minutes is up" He pries on her arms to demand for more space and she follows fluidly as he lies down with her.

Breathe.

The sky is a vast of darkness filled with lights–all for their own and he's beside her. It's a beautiful sight, something that she truly intends to keep in her memories.

Surely enough, they see a light flash in mere seconds. "Hope you make your wish cause there comes another one–oh! That's mine"

She watches him excitedly close his eyes. "Go on make your wish"

She doesn't close her eyes like he does, a mandatory rule when it came to wishes on shooting star but admittedly enough, her wish already came true.

"I wish we could stay like this for a while"

He opens his eyes and turns only a little because their faces are dangerously close to each other and she could feel his warm breath on her lips. She half expected for Marco to yell at her for not closing her eyes but it's all so peaceful and the campfire made his eyes like melted caramel. It's all so very tempting.

"How about you? What's your wish?"

"I wish I wasn't sick"

She stares at him confusingly. He never told her she was sick but it's kinda obvious considering he's only wearing a plain white shirt when it's really cold. It became a bad habit as well. He almost always made himself sick by not wearing thicker clothes. She laughs lightly at him knowingly, pulling over her flannel and sharing it with him.

"What? You're gonna catch a cold again? A fever maybe?"

"… No" He stares deep in her eyes. "Cancer" He adds.

More casually.

And the world stops spinning. The stars and how many flashed before them stopped mattering as Star stares at her best friend, the love of her life in pure disbelief. His content smile did it for her.

Three feelings sets her in motion all at once.

But that could wait. Everything could wait. She just wanted to know what happened and why it happened; why him? who thinks that these things could happen to them? why it had to be her best friend who's still blind about her feelings and just lying there as if he cracked a joke or two. Perhaps he did. She would reach over to take a hold of him, any part of him–to tell him that it's a sick joke and it isn't very funny. She knows she's saying it, aware that she can hear her own voice as she does it but it felt muffled, like she's twenty feet below water–as if she's drowning until he told her to calm down because it's not good for her. How can he tell it's not good for her when he's the one who's–

"Star stop it!"

In that waking moment, her heart baited to shatter in pieces and she waited, waited for the build up that would put her in agonizing pain.

"I've been sick for over a year now! I've been taking chemo secretly. I–I didn't know how to tell you until now"

She hated the look on his face. The smile gracing his lips mocking the perpetual sadness of her own. Unfocused but there. Not fully comprehending just yet.

She wanted to throw up. She felt sick in her stomach.

She knows what'll happen next, felt it rise up and stirring in the pit of her core. There it is. The line.

"The doctor said I only have a few more months to live"

And it stirs deeper.

"Please don't cry"

She would have laughed if she could.


Author's Note: So thoughts on this sad one shot? This is just an experiment as I'm not really an expert when it comes to writing something somber (or writing in general lol) so please if it isn't much, I wanna hear your thoughts.