I felt inspiration to write a drabble and I won’t let it slip away here we GOOO!!“I’m sick of it!” spat the boy in gray. He stamped the ground. Snow crunched under his foot.
The girl in gray could not answer. She felt similarly. Her patience had also grown thin. She had to be strong. For her brothers. Her family.
The boy in gold reached out to comfort the boy in gray. His touch was met with hostility. The boy in gold grew angry, too.The boy in red was still in shock.
Thousands of childhoods flew past his eyes. Thousands of lives. Thousands of memories. He was in a world of his own.No, the four of them were in a world of their own.
Together they stood the test of time, and they had failed.
Their times felt like successes sometimes, but if they had truly succeeded, would they still be here? Still growing up over and over? Still remembering. Still working. Still playing? No.
Someone was playing.The boys in gold and gray along with the girl in gray looked to the boy in red. He had spoken.“Someone is playing with us,” he repeated, more clearly.
The boy in gold smiled sadly. “No, remember? The ageless who watched the first sunrise? There are none older than them. We’re more powerful than they. They can’t be our players.
”The boys and girl remained silent for a moment, giving the boy in red time to remember.
“Are you suggesting there’s someone above them? Someone above us all?” the girl in gray questioned sweetly, placing a gentle hold on the boy in red’s shoulders. He was always last to remember.
That was one thing that stayed consistent.“Yes,” he choked out, his breathing uncontrollable, his eyes damp. He held his head. He wanted to embrace the girl in gray, but he couldn’t.
Some memories were more fresh than others. Red… He found himself hating his color.“I’ve never noticed it,” spoke the boy in gray at last.
“And if anyone would know it, notice the signs, know any hints, it would be me.”“Ha.” The boy in gold laughed at the irony.“I’m not joking.” The cold was starting to get to even the boy in red.
The boy in gray continued, “This is no laughing matter. There can’t be another above even us. It’s impossible.”“We weren’t there at the start of time,” the boy in gold pointed out.
“You can’t know everything.”“I can, and at this rate? I will.”The boy in red was recovering. He was trying his best to ignore his own mind. He huddled closer to the girl in gray.
Her body blocked the wind.“Where are we?” he whispered.“The shore,” she replied.“What time is it?”“About the middle of the night,” she answered him again.
The four of them gazed at the stars and wondered.
Who put the stars there? Who told them to spin? To tell tales? To count days? To be so far away? To help, never hurt? In a way, the four of them were stars.
Disobedient stars, but stars nonetheless.“We’re stars,” the boy in red concluded.