Fiction with the words "star", "smile", and "line"
|As usual, I left the house for my midnight walk. I liked to end the routine with a visit to the hill at the end of our neighborhood. I loved lying down on the grass, watching the sky. It brought me peace. But I also hoped to see him.
It had been over two months since he last appeared. I didn’t know if he would be there or not, but he had to be there today. This gap was the longest without each other. But it was complicated. He started using drugs to deal with his family issues and owed his dealers a lot of money. That meant consequences. Mickey was on the run. I understood if he didn’t come to see me that often. He needed to be safe first.
As I neared the hill, I saw a figure. Mickey.
“Happy birthday, Ian.” He said.
“You’re…here.” I croaked.
We lay down in our usual spot and looked at our star. The North Star- everything revolved around it. We laughed for a while, and we were happy for those few moments. He looked at me, and I knew what he was going to say.
“You need to forget about me. You have to accept that-” Mickey spoke calmly.
“But- “I protested.
“No, it’s for the best.” He said with a smile.
And he was gone.
Unwilling though I was to accept, I realized he was right. I had to come to terms; he was no more. I looked up at the line of stars, and my eyes paused on the shimmering North Star.
My eyes wandered to where he was sitting.
“Maybe in another life.”