The Brightest Star

A short story with a quick reference to another piece of mine called "Any Old Tuesday"

Even in death our brightest stars never fade from our hearts. They affect us. More so than the tragedy of their deaths. They linger for us. Never truly leaving.

A girl weeps. A Blade to her tired wrist. Alone. Or so she feels. But a Starmans voice awakens her from her fading light, expelling the darkness that threatens to consume it. It flickers for a moment before growing in to a beacon that illuminates her world as it had been when she was a mere innocent child.

The Starman holds her hands gently as the blade falls from existence. He smile, helping her to her feet. Time stops as he whispers in her ear, “Oh no love, you're not alone.” His eyes meet hers and she watches him disappear as if taken over by a gentle wind.

She can no longer see him, though she knows she will never be alone again. Her Starman was watching over her now. Whispering in her ear in times of need.

“Oh no love you're not alone...”