I guess all the sand left in my hand at last will all be full with memories of you.
You like to lie down on the grass and stare at the night sky. You envy the stars for they are free, they roam around the endless universe with no boundaries. You wanted to be like them too, you wanted to be free, free from society, free from doubts, free from the future and everything else. But we humans tend to enjoy taking freedom away from others, that is why stars are just simply light, yet we humans insist on forming constellation. But you, you see stars differently, you tend to believe in a myth, a tale that has been told since the beginning of time, a myth that said when humans die, they are turned into stars to illuminate the dark night sky. You told me that you wanted to be a shooting star, for others to wish upon, to make wishes come true. And I told you that shooting stars fall, and I knew that deep inside, you are afraid of falling. You looked at me with those haunting eyes of yours and say "I don't mind falling if I bring light to someone else's life, as I fall, I help others rise." That was then that I knew, if you are going to be a star, you are going to be the brightest one among us all.
You got weaker and weaker, day after day. Your skin as pale as snow, your lips slowly turned purple due to your lack of oxygen, you couldn't even catch your breath after a small walk. And that pale blue hair of yours, was long gone. I was watching you dying slowly and I don't even know what to do, so I put on a smile for you, just like how you put on a smile for me. A few days before you left me, it started raining, you told me that you wanted to feel the rain for you always loved it. I remembered that you once told me about the rain, how you wished upon the rain but not upon stars. Water is sacred, it gives us life, and they simply fell from the sky, but we humans got used to the scene and took it for granted.
