Wishing on a star

Just cause I feel like posting something before I went to Wolverhampton tomorrow, found an old story, not brilliant, but not horrible. Remember writing it for a friend for a her birthday a couple of years ago. So Enjoy and i’ll be back in a weeks time with more interesting updates. might update via my iphone in England too, we’ll see.

Wishing on a star:
She crouched down next to the grave, touching the golden letters spelling out the name, a few silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I miss you, everyday”
She whispered, pressing her lips against the grey, cold surface.
She remembered the day he had left her like it was yesterday, sometimes she had to convince herself it had actually happened.
They had been on a picnic, very romantic, and then a stroll along the river home in the moonlight, watching the stars. Both feeling as happy as they ever had.
They had been home, she was just gonna turn around and say goodnight, give him a kiss and tell him she loved him,
Instead the vision that flashed before her eyes whenever she closed her eyes was him rolling off the front of that car, the broken front window and the blood.
Kneeling next to him, he was holding onto her like his life depended on it, gripping her tighter for every second struggling to tell her how much he loved her.
Never has time stood still like at this moment, never had she ever been more scared of looking her lover in the eyes, terrified of what would be staring back at her, but relieved when his eyes beamed of love towards her
“Its gonna be ok,”
she heard herself say outloud, she opened her eyes and she was back at the graveyard.
Wiping that single tear from her pale cheek, stroking the gravestone one more time.
“It’s gonna be ok,”
she whispered again, standing up this time.
“I’m gonna be ok,”
she felt like she was saying goodbye, she knew she had to yet, it was not as easy as she had imagined in her head.
She did not feel ready to let him go, she did not want to be ok, not without him.
The walk from his resting place to her home was a long, yet peaceful one, she was able to think, be alone.
It was a clear sky tonight as well, just like that night.
She stopped and gazed at the sky for a while, seeing a shooting star she closed her eyes making a wish, before continuing her journey of solitude.
Usually she hated this walk at night but this time it felt different, even the cold breeze seemed friendlier as she turned the corner of her street.
A few flakes for snow hit her nose and she smiled.
Maybe wishing upon stars do come true when you least expects it.
The light from her window is greeting her when she walks through the front gate, she smiled looking forward to the warmth inside.
Once she is inside the snow starts falling heavier, the flakes dancing beautifully through the air before melting away on the ground.
She could’ve stood in the doorway for hours just watching the wind play with the falling with substance, but is interrupted when a pair of hands sneak their way around her waist.
“I missed you Elli,” his voice warming more than any fireplace ever could.
Twisting around in his arms, she felt safe with him.
“You’ve been to see him again?”
he questioned, and she nodded.
“You really should let Tom go Eline, it’s not healthy, for you, for us,”
she sighed knowing he is right, but he does not understand how hard it is to let go of your first love.
Her and Tom had been together for 3 years, the best 3 years of her life, then a year ago he had let her go, and left her with the memory of what used to be.
If it had not been for Harry she would have fallen apart.
He was her late boyfriend’s best friend, so he sort of understood her better than anyone else.
It did not take them long to fall in love, at first she felt like she was betraying Tom, but now she knew that he did not mind her moving on.
When that shooting star darted towards the ground, she had wished for him to let her know she would be ok, she smiled once again watching the snow fall heavily outside, kissing her savior’s lips.
“It’s ok Harry”
she said, now fully understanding the meaning of it

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6 thoughts on “Wishing on a star

  1. fint:)
    god tur imårå Ida!!:)❤

  2. Flinke fine Ida’en min❤
    Jippi, tomorrow!!!!!!!

  3. Sv: er ikke ille å flytte til Bergen i det hele tatt. Gleder meg veldig faktisk. Hvis jeg får jobben da, haha!!

  4. Goooood tur, Ida😀 Håper du får en fantastisk fin tur. Jeg likte historien, jeg🙂

  5. Den tror jeg jeg har lest her inne før en gang ja, og jeg likte den like godt da som nå. Rørende. :’) Håper du har en flott tur over til the UK! Og TUSEN TAKK for alle de fine kommentarene du har lagt igjen til meg. For å svare på alt må jeg nesten nummerere dem:

    1) Håper sterkt på å få reise, jeg også. (: Og en tur til Oslo blir det nok i høst, det er sikrere enn at det blir englandstur.😉
    2) Jeg har store ambisjoner om å få treffe deg også!
    3) Tusen takk for det, men bakgrunnsbildet er nok ikke mitt, er jeg redd. Det var med i malen for en layout Blogspot tilbyr🙂
    4) De er veldig gode på å varte opp oss også, så av og til føler jeg på at det er min tur…
    5) Det gikk veldig greit likevel. Og nå er det jo ikke lenge til neste øvelse. Alle fikk utdelt kaffeliste (oversikt over hvem som skal ta med kaffe/te og kaker til pausen på hver øvelse) som jeg laget dagen før, og jeg får referat fra styremøtet.🙂
    6) Likte bildet av bønnene jeg også – håper sterkt på å få besøkt Florida og parken der en gang.
    7) Det som er så bra med Ikea, er at de er veldig gode på romløsninger som sparer plass! Og nå har du kanskje ikke så veldig stor luksus akkurat på plassen, siden du deler med andre, mener jeg?

    xx

  6. SV: Ja x-factor UK er ofte litt mer action enn norge😛

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