Moons and Stars

Once again , this is one of tales that will not end happy nor ever after , just plain sad and pathetic. There was this boy , lets call him Chris. And there was this girl he really liked , really liked. Lets call her , Rose. Chris truly cared for her. But she was oblivious , probably intentionally ignorant. She had others in her mind. Still , Chris only had her to think , to fight and to live on. Chris endured a harsh life , poor Chris .... still alive to endure torment what he thought is life. Chris lived a lonely life , his family was long gone. He was poisoned with negativity and sadness. Chris had a hard time to express himself to Rose , but he would have in anyway to find it hard to express his feelings to any other girls. Few people understood Chris .. but the reality is , Rose knew what or how Chris felt for her. She knew , yes she knew. She dismisses this feeling he had for her. Always putting up a wall between her and him. She denies that feeling , in turn denying him. Then that day came , when she truly blocked him out , as if he was some kind of a diseased , a broken or.... a flawed soul.

Chris was unfortunately imperfect , but the void could have been filled by her presence in his life. That void slowly devouring him from the inside , unable to be satisfied , it consumed him. He was pale and grieving. Consequently , his life is disordered. Due to this he was pressured to get back on his feet. But failed , all this failure had amounted to an unacceptable burden. It was clear to him , "I tire of this ." he said. One last call , to her. "Hello ...?". The line was hanged up. He would usually thought that the phone was faulty. But this time , he knows , yes he knows.
He grabs a pen and paper. " You are the moon , and the stars are meant to beautify you more . You are out of my reach , to hold you would make me feel alive and kill me . You are there to awe and be admired , I am neither . You are everything , I am nothing . " He folded it , at the glint of moonlight , in his room , Chris staked his heart , between the 4th and 5th rib. His death by knife and his last message would be known , if the fire did not start. Chris left his stove on. His burnt corpse truly was incinerated , the blade dropped when his ashed heart crumbled. And so , his tragedy was only known as an accident by the few of his close friends. Those who had attended the funeral. The message that Chris left , never reached Rose .