**My Crush from the Heavens**
Prompt: My Crush from the heavens
Every evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, I would sit on the roof of my house, the cool tiles beneath me reminding me of the soothing caress of the dusk. My eyes, however, were never on the sky's fading hues. Instead, they were always directed to the graffitied walls of the alley across the street, where a simple, unremarkable life unfolded. My world was small, confined to the blocks of my neighborhood, yet my heart was vulnerable to the extraordinary.
It all began one fateful evening, as I leaned back against the warm roof and let my thoughts wander. I had always found solace in gazing at the stars, immersing myself in their vastness. They seemed to whisper secrets of the universe, tales of distant worlds and cosmic wonders. That night, however, something unusual caught my attention. A streak of brilliant light cut across the darkening sky—a meteor shower, they said. Yet, one streak persisted longer than the others, glowing with an intensity I had never seen.
Curiosity gripped me, and before I knew it, I was on my feet, straining to get a better view. It was then that I noticed her—a figure shimmering in the aftermath of the meteor's descent. She stood there, ethereal, a radiant presence that seemed to blend seamlessly with the starlit backdrop. I felt my heart stutter, disbelief grappling with awe. It couldn't be real, I thought. A celestial beauty gracing my mundane world? My crush from the heavens.
Her hair flowed like silken night, dark and cascading, flickering with starlight as if the evening sky was tangled in the strands. She looked around, the aura of mystery surrounding her only deepening my fascination. I slipped down the ladder with careful footsteps, driven by an overwhelming urge to discover who she was.
As I approached, the air around her seemed to shimmer. She turned her gaze in my direction. Our eyes met—hers an entrancing shade of deep indigo, sparkling like the universe itself. The world faded away, leaving only her. “Hello,” she said, her voice a soft melody that resonated within me.
“Hi,” I managed, suddenly feeling like a mere shadow compared to her brilliance. “Are you… from here?”
She laughed lightly, the sound like chimes in the wind. “Not exactly. I come from… a different place, a different time. I was drawn here by the light.”
“Light?” I queried, slightly dazed.
“The light that you see in the skies—it's a connection to my world. I wanted to know what it felt like to be… grounded,” she spoke with a playful smile, her feet barely touching the ground, as if she were caught between two worlds.
In the days that followed, our meetings became a ritual. Each evening, I would ascend to the roof, and she would appear, shimmering anew, as though the very essence of stars had filled her. We shared stories—she spoke of distant galaxies and celestial beings, of life beyond the limits of Earth. In return, I shared the minutiae of my life, school dramas, friendships, dreams, and the ache of unrequited crushes, her laughter illuminating even my dullest tales.
But every moment spent together was shadowed by the weight of reality. Each night I sank deeper into the glow of her presence, I could feel the threads of our connection unraveling. I wanted to touch her, grasp the fleeting magic that surrounded her, but there was an understanding that hung in the air like the last rays of twilight—her world was not mine to tread.
One night, as the sun set and a crescent moon hung delicately in the sky, I felt a flutter of panic. “Are you going to stay here?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“I can’t,” she replied softly, her eyes shimmering with sadness. “I must return. My time here is limited, and with every visit, the distance becomes harder to bridge.”
“Can’t we figure something out? I don’t want to lose you,” I pleaded, desperation rising within me.
Her expression was heavy with sorrow. “You will not lose me. I will always be with you, in the starlit night and in the dreams that we share. But I must fulfill my purpose before I am truly free.”
The days turned into weeks, and while we continued our nightly rendezvous, an unspoken tension gripped us. I watched her laugh and dance with the wind, while my heart ached with each moment, knowing it was fleeting. The stars above twinkled merrily, like mischievous sprites, unaware of the turmoil brewing below.
On the final night, I climbed the roof with a pit growing in my stomach, knowing our time was nearing its end. She appeared, more radiant than ever, yet the light in her indigo eyes was dulled by resignation.
“I need to tell you something,” she said, as though sensing the tremor in my heart.
“Anything,” I whispered, reaching out for her, hesitating.
“It’s time for me to go, but remember, you will always have the stars. They will lead you to me, in ways you cannot see yet.”
“Promise me you’ll come back,” I begged, my voice breaking.
She smiled gently, stretching out her hand. I took it, and in that moment, I felt an electric pulse, a connection that transcended our realities. “You will always know me, even when I am distant. Just look to the skies.”
With a heavy heart, I watched as she began to glow, her form slowly dissolving into points of starlight, scattering across the heavens. The night brightened, as if the universe itself was shedding a tear for our parting. I sat there, gasping, looking up at the tapestry of stars—each one was a reminder that my crush from the heavens would forever illuminate my life, lighting the way through the darkest nights.
Though she was gone, I felt her presence in every flicker of light, every whisper of the wind. I had loved the impossible, and although she was out of reach, her spirit would forever dance among the stars, guiding me towards my own dreams, where the vastness of the universe could begin to feel a little more like home.
