08-01-2019, 12:34 PM
Anyone who had the privilege of seeing the stars where they hung in the sky would know how impossible they are to fathom. They are so far removed from the understanding of those on this small rock’s surface that one may as well claim them mere things. Ten knows better though. Knows they live, entirely different in their existence than anyone could possibly imagine. It is only right then, that she seems not to understand the impossibly basic emotions of those on this earth.
A star is so much larger. Exponential in their existence, unfathomable in their heart.
Perhaps Islas does not understand, not yet. But Ten knows without a doubt.
She meets him, seeming as drawn forward as he is, the deep, cosmic hue of her eyes unfathomable and expressive in ways others could not begin to see. His own gaze, so common in its pale silvery amber, is trapped by hers, unable to glance away. Doesn’t she realize how incredible she is?
Her words seem to confirm that confusion. But it makes sense, of course. A life as large as a star must struggle to fathom being trapped in such a form. On the cosmic scale, these bodies are so meaningless and paltry to that of such a celestial body. It would be akin to Ten being compressed into the shape of the smallest of bacterium.
He breathes out, stepping closer, eyes fixed unblinkingly. His gaze is so earnest, as simple as it is otherworldly. “I can show you,” he offers on a breathy whisper. A faint smile touches his lips then, gentle despite the awe housed within. “I’m Ten. Come with me, Islas. I can help you remember.”
A star is so much larger. Exponential in their existence, unfathomable in their heart.
Perhaps Islas does not understand, not yet. But Ten knows without a doubt.
She meets him, seeming as drawn forward as he is, the deep, cosmic hue of her eyes unfathomable and expressive in ways others could not begin to see. His own gaze, so common in its pale silvery amber, is trapped by hers, unable to glance away. Doesn’t she realize how incredible she is?
Her words seem to confirm that confusion. But it makes sense, of course. A life as large as a star must struggle to fathom being trapped in such a form. On the cosmic scale, these bodies are so meaningless and paltry to that of such a celestial body. It would be akin to Ten being compressed into the shape of the smallest of bacterium.
He breathes out, stepping closer, eyes fixed unblinkingly. His gaze is so earnest, as simple as it is otherworldly. “I can show you,” he offers on a breathy whisper. A faint smile touches his lips then, gentle despite the awe housed within. “I’m Ten. Come with me, Islas. I can help you remember.”
TEN
