Despite my mother's voice screaming warnings in my head, I walk over to the window. There is something so innocent, yet wicked, about his face that fascinates me. I lift the window and he enters my room.
"Hey!" I snap. The nerve of him! I was only going to have a look at what he held in his hand, not have him flitting about my room.
He stops right in front of me and opens his cupped hand. The angry words disappear as I look down.
I gasp as I see it. There in his hand is the sweetest, most perfect star. It was brighter than any diamond I had ever seen.
"Here," he moves closer to me. "This is for you. To show you that magic is real."
I am frozen. I cannot move. I cannot speak. I am absolutely captivated by the star.
He gently takes my hand and lifts my fingers so they fold around the star.
After an eternity, I finally find my voice. "Thank you."
He nods.
"But, why are you giving me this?"
"Because I want to see you smile."
He gazes at my face for a moment and smiles. Without another word, he leaves my room and leaves me alone.
I walk back to my bed and place the star next to me. I wonder if he will come back tomorrow night.
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2 comments:
I know exactly where to put my expectations after following your blog for so long... very high.
And you are measuring up to them and even exceeding them as this story goes on =D
You're just too kind.
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