ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- [hi moi beautiful creampuffs!] ↳ it's ur fav (/jjjjj) lestie !! ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ hi moi creampuffs ! 2day is a short storyy it's down here in the des so yea enjoy ?? this whole thing was based off of the convo they have xD ig it turned out ok --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If he had never come, I don’t know what I would’ve done. There was nothing of particular interest in that town- just a mostly-empty town in the middle of nowhere. People lived normal lives, and shunned anything too imaginative. And me, being the imaginative girl I was, didn’t quite fit into the perfect, gray puzzle of that place I called home. To me, everything fit in colors- pink, red, yellow, green, purple, sometimes blue. But never gray. Nothing fit in “gray”- the color of a cloudy, rainy day where nothing mattered. Nothing was happy. So when he arrived, I wasn’t quite sure what to do. They called him “starboy,” said he was from far away, and talked nonsense about the night sky. But to me, he became the lifeline to another world, one I had never known, and he opened countless portals to so many stories. He colored the world blue, beige, purple, and gave me a world of limitless possibilities. I wanted to drink it all in, love all of it before it slipped through my fingers like sand in an hourglass. Together, we ran through yellow dandelion fields, the sun kissing our faces, the blossoming spring bringing promises of hope and, finally, happiness. We laughed and cried and took every step together. He showed me a hill, told me stories of the stars, the night sky reflecting in his eyes. “Don’t you ever want to know what the stars tell?” he asked me one day, his voice low and earnest. We were laying side-by-side in the tall grass on the hill, staring at the stars. Unsure of what he meant, I turned and stared at him, watching the breeze ruffle his blonde curls. “My father told me that every story ever told is written in a star,” he murmured, lost in the fantasies of his own world. “Imagine if we could read every one.” They said he talked nonsense about the night sky. But to me, he talked about stories, faraway worlds. He dreamed, wished, and I knew that all I wanted was him. I reached up to brush a strand of my dark hair out of my face. But as I lowered it, he gently caught it, cradling my hand in his, the boy’s calloused fingers brushing mine. “Our story will be written up there, one day,” he whispered, his dark eyes twinkling in the darkness. “Who will write it?” I asked softly. He laced his fingers with mine, intertwining our hands together. “We will, Selene. Together, and it will be there for us to remember forever.” And together, we did. The world remained colorful, and we spent our days stargazing. “Look up at the stars,” he breathed. “Whenever you feel alone, there will be stories for you to read. Always.” I never expected him to disappear. One day, he was gone with the summer winds. The only person who made me feel like the world was beautiful had left. Still, as the world faded back into a dull gray, the sky remained painted an inky blue. He was gone, but he would forever be starboy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ✮⋆˙ that's it ! ty creampuffs ! - x0xo, ℓєѕтιє ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ೄྀ copyright ↳ [01.07.2025] ˊˎ-
