she went back to the same field that night. Although she could barely see her hands,she felt the stars compelling her to thank them. Maibelle whispered a silent thank-you The corners of her slightly chapped lips curved upwards,forming a slight smile,one that she would regret in years to come. the stars were extremely sparkly that night,they reminded her fondly of the twinkle Ian used to have in his eyes whenever he sawthem. she made a wish, a wish for them to return.somehow,she could faintly hear the murmur of the stars.It seemed like they were contemplating on whether to fulfill her wish.
she glanced around to make sure that the field was empty. EMPTY,so that no one would learn of the ritual she was about to conduct. she ran past the prickly grass blades,ran past the rats scurrying about in the dark,to the bald patch of ground. It stuck out like a sore thumb, like a masked loner in the midst of all the butterflies ,like a scar that would never fade.She knew it had to be the one. she bit her thumb and let the salty blood blend in wih her sugar tears,forming a concoction .she sprinkled it on the ,dusty ugly surface,in the shape of her wishes. she was unsure whether the stars were satisfied .but she was satisfied.
thunders crackled.dark clouds overpowered the sky,leaving only a tiny glimpse of light.the clouds,forcefully torn apart, left unsightly rough edges. heavy raindrops pounded on her, hammering her to the ground.
