Line of Light

There's a universe a great distance away, even though we cannot see it and to us: There is only one universe.
I can see it.
When I look out my bedroom window, masked in frost and unfortunate snowflakes, I can see the vibrant colors emitted from a from a crack in the sky, zig-zagging and curving itself around clouds. Every now and then I place my finger against it and watch the lines of light shy away from my touch.
It's always been this way.
Wanting something that isn't mine to want, or falling out of line and reaching for something that should not be tampered with.

And yet, I can't stop myself from wanting to know why I am the only one in the world who can see something that I will never obtain.
It's irony. It should be mine, because I am the only one that knows it, yet it is not mine.

I can't imagine a world without this thin pulsing line, something like a friend to me.
'Beth..'

"Elizabeth"

It's so...queer. Or maybe 'weird'. I've never been outside this cozy little town. All my life, I've only known one school, one house, one grocers shop, one shopping center, one pizza place...etcetera etcetera.

And it's a boring life, but I don't mind it. For fourteen years of my life, this is how it was- until my fifteenth birthday, that colored ripple in the sky was seen in my view. And I wonder, if there is someone out there, in that universe, who see's our galaxy and lives in a quiet little town like mine.

"Lizzie!"

"Don't bother with it, she'll come back down later"

I couldn't say that I was lonely in this place. Because when the population was so small, it was hard not to be the 'best' of friends with everyone.
And that is one of the reasons why I live here.

Everyone is openly accepted, no matter their situation. It's not unusual to see strange characters, but nevertheless- we befriend them and they become the norm.

That is why no one takes notice to a pale seventeen year old girl with a band of freckles across her nose- wearing a bright red jacket.

And I am the norm. Deep blonde hair and blue eyes, a very vivid blue.
And I choose to draw attention to myself, because that is what one must do in order to fade out.

And feeling the cold wind biting my ears is actually quite a pleasant feeling to me.
I like the cold.
I like the snow.
And the wind.

They are things that come so silently and gracefully and wreck havoc in order to be noticed. While the warm sun rays bake you and wear you down, the freeze of the winter sends an electric jolt down your spine.

Something I've always wanted to do.

Sitting on the roof of this crumbling two story building, it occurs to me that I've never searched for an answer as to how this light and I came to know one another.

Maybe in fear someone would notice and be able to reach it, while I can't.

Looking down on all the snow covered houses and then looking off into the distance where the great grey monsters dwell, it makes me wonder why I can't reach out my hand and touch the toxic wisps of smoke puffing up into the cold wind.

I slide my hand across the cold metal bar and lean forward.
If I let myself drop right now- I think I might reach that universe.

But not today.

Watching.

"E-LI-ZA-BETH!"

Emily. My mortal enemy, who also happens to be my neighbor, pity.

She grips her pink scarf tightly around her neck and marches up the stairs, making them vibrate and creak.

"It's cold...so come inside and I'll give you some of my hot-chocolate"

I take one last look at the sky and let the white memories fade away, before taking her hand and stepping back into the warmth of St. Louis High.

Almost immediately, I feel lost and tired. With Emily's warm hand wrapped around my own, I feel small. Different. It's a little suffocating, but I don't dislike it.

Although I do envy her and despise her for her rule over every being she encounters, I can't help but admire her. Something frail, something small and 'cute'.

Something that everyone loves. And I am the thing at her side.

I am jealous of her and I would hate to become her.

So, that is how my quiet and humble life has always been. Looking up at others and looking down at the ground.

I never in my wildest dreams imagined that I could reach that universe, and my ridiculous fantasies- will never come true.

Author's Note

Hello, hello. Thank you for reading and goodbye. If you feel the need to comment, please do. I appreciate it.
m(._.)m
...I guess that's it then.

Reviews

[Fire Mage Andrea]

Very descriptive story. " I do envy her and despise her for her rule over every being she encounters, I can't help but admire her" - a good example of two feelings clashing together.
" great grey monsters dwell, it makes me wonder why I can't reach out my hand and touch the toxic wisps of smoke puffing up into the cold wind" - a creative way of describing a power station, if that's what the great grey monsters are.
Yeah, good stuff

[XxHearts-and-HorrorxX]

Thank you so much! This really made my day (^_^)

[Fire Mage Andrea]

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