when our stars met,

૪ THE BEGINNING OF TWILIGHT ૪

What a beautiful sight:

        The sky is from all shades of blue: from the darkest Space, to the lightest Maya, with a hint of frosted tulip and reveree. The birds start to whistle on the trees, while the moon starts to give the sun its way. Lily is standing on the small balcony, breathing the fresh air, thinking what would ever go wrong today.

        At the class

        The first day of class, it is so quiet, and the wall painted in white is making Lily feels like she's in a clinic. People are whispering their hellos, followed by their names with the person beside them, trying to make new friends and the situation less dead. Not long, the door is pushed, and a man making his way to the table. He introduced himself as Sir Nick before he asked us to the same: first day of class thing. After one to another, Lily tried to remember everyone's name, yet her brain can only recall a few. Sigh. Right as she wants to check her phone, Sir Nick called her name, signifying she's next. Oh well. 

       "Hi! My name is Lily Isaac, you can call me Lily." Lily starts, trying hard to hide her shaky voice. "I like to observe and learn people, knowing different people come with different natures and reactions, and its fun." As she continues with her story about this one guy. "Is he your boyfriend?" Sir Nick interrupting. Lily can't hide her smile. Oh, snap. And they laughed. Oh, silly Lily. 

        Then, one by one taking their turns, introducing themselves. Until, this one guy, wearing a red sweater, with a beard. "Obviously not my type." In Lily's head. "Hello, my name is Ian Anderson..." As he starts to speak, while Lily scrolling her phone. Sigh. Little does she knows, how that name will haunt her. Forever.

 Fast forward a month later

        Tonight, without her glasses, the starry night was a brilliant Van Gogh, everything bigger and brighter, blurred in the most fantastic way. Just gazing at the midnight blue canvass above stole every thought from her mind, the usual carousel of worries simply forgotten. There were the heavenly stars above and a crescent moon to smile down; what else was there to know about?

          Lily, had forgotten all her worries, she hugs her pillow, as she is smiling. Alone. "Did I just got drugged?" Lily asking herself as she is looking at her phone, making sure it is true. And yes, it is. She just talked to Ian for an hour. Well, yes, they do text each other a lot, but tonight, it feels different. It feels like she is flying up above the beautiful clouds painted in dark blue and grey, dancing with stars in bright yellow to a hue of gold, under the moonlight, and she knows she can't lie her feelings now. Little Lily, is in love. 

She looks above, wondering will it be true, for both of them, are two different people:

          Ian is the deep blue sea; His water is gentle as I wade through it, the sunset like orange paint on a blue canvas. His water is clean and soft. Gentle. 

If only I haven’t seen the victim of his sea storm, I would have believed the facade. As his water is powerful, and have enough force to destroy and rival the land.

But then, the most innocent faces are the wildest.

          While Lily, is the gusty wind which sends her spirit roaring; She is free, as she moves around the world in a way that moves the soul. She can’t grasp it at all. She hides her feelings well at daybreak and nightfall, yet her tears are enough to turn the grass into a sea, and will never fail to amaze. Her voice will tickle to people’s ears, but she’ll roar to your fears. She is soft and lilting, but still loud and deafening. 

But of course, she’s the one forever at fault. 

            Lily rubbed her fingers along the silken mattress. She pressed her cheek to the cool, velvet pillows. The comforter is thick and irresistibly soft, like a billowing cloud. As warmth and the darkness of night enveloped her, she thinks. What is love? Is love is when your heart melts like butter on hot toast at the sight of someone, or when you feel lightheaded and free? Or is love is when you ache to be with to be with them, to look at them, and to touch them? 

            But she knows, love is so much more; love isn’t a throwaway emotion, something to invoke or to whim. It isn’t transitory like lust or something to regret like anger. But, once love is allowed to permeate every action, influence every thought, guide every deed, it will lead to an inner peace not attainable in any other way. It is the light in every dark night, shining brightly into each recess of the mind, healing, igniting passions that would otherwise have died. Love is what we must hold for one another, especially when the tensions are high, for it is the trapdoor in the prison wall. 

           Lily closed her eyes, trying to sleep. While the idea of her and Ian is running wild inside her mind. Will they be together?