Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

   Did you know that every human on this planet is made from stardust? It's like we are a part of the universe's energy as a whole. Isn't that beautiful?

   With legs hanging off on the side of my wooden chair, I try my best to tune a old ukulele. Out of free time, I mess with the strings and then try to fix them. It's a good time killer and honestly the only thing I know what to do with instruments. I use to sing alone with fragile strokes from a young man. Memories rush in, years in just a few minutes. I still don't know rather to cry or smile yet in the end I tend to do both. 15 boys are grown to never cry, never fail, never back down. 

   I very slowly sit up to get a better view. Through fogged glass, I claim to repeat my history. Days pass but this double take make it clear that it wasn't a dream. 

   "What is he doing here!?"

   Scatter! Flip and fall. My stars that were dying out for years catch on fire. 

   Without a word, I throw on a hoodie. How can a email of moving be changed so quickly? Staring at a sad excuse of a house; there must be a reason. I let my emotions flow and fade before we lock eyes.