Somewhere in the Skies

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Typographical errors may also occur in the story, I will attend to it as soon as possible. I am still a growing writer so please bear with me. Either way, I would like to acknowledge you for taking your time to read and appreciate my story. Happy reading! Have a great day! :) *** "Hey." "Yeah?" Her drawings came to a pause as she listened. "What would you do if--" "I won't be able to see the stars one day?" She concluded, an exhausted sigh followed. "So predictable. Come on, you always ask me that every single time." I have always been concerned about the stars whom she called her "dreams". The stars are just like... decorations at night. Yeah, they're pretty and all, but why is she so drawn into it? That thought that lived inside my head caused me to come up with questions that would be hard enough for her to answer. "I'm just... super curious about it. What will happen to you if the stars aren't there anymore?" My body shifted its position, leaning forward with such narrowed eyes. Of course it would hurt, right? So then, how can she still pursue her love and passion for the stars? Just... imagine losing something, or someone you love. I have nothing against her likes and interests and I think that stars are indeed mesmerizing, but she's just gonna hurt herself with her thinking and her incredible love for them. Why did she even make the stars her dreams? Are the stars really that special to her? "You should... you know," I shrugged. "Try to find other things that you're gonna like, aside from the stars." "The stars are all I have left, Wes." That's her only answer. "Well... what will you do? You know that the stars give you hope, right? So then what will you do if you lose them?" I would always ask her the same question almost every day, trying to see if her opinion and answers would differ. 'Til then, her answers never changed. No matter how many times I ask her that, I'd never get tired of myself babbling over the same question. It just felt strange because I never reached this level of curiosity in my entire life before. She made me experience something new. But like I said, I'm still genuinely curious about her reason. It has to be something else, right? What would she do if something she loved the most disappear? "I can no longer count how many times I answered that question." Her mouth released a scoff. "That's weird. Asking someone about what will happen if something they love disappeared? It's a bit... downing." I guess... that's what she has been feeling every time I ask her that, but I just can't help it. Curiosity was punishing my brain. I felt like I just needed a solid and reassuring explanation. "How about you?" "Huh?" My eyebrows curled, still analyzing what she just said. "Try asking that to yourself." She played with her pen, also leaning closer to pay attention. "How about you, Wes?" My lips separated as soon as she continued and for some reason, it was like... fear was wrapped around me. I was almost glued in place. I don't know how to answer the question, either. Now I know how it feels like to be asked a question like this. But why... why am I getting chills? Am I... actually shivering right now? It's just a question... right? The breathtaking question then throbbed in my ears, now giving me this odd feeling, especially in my stomach. "What would you do if you lose the stars?"