I wake up in my bed and I roll on my back. Emptiness consumes me as I look up to the ceiling. I stay in silence and comfort. I just want it to end. Please.

End my never-ending nightmare that my birth placed me in. Just make it stop. I don't have anyone anymore.

I stay like this for a while. I am snapped out of my frozen state by the sound of someone talking and pulling my arm to get out of bed. "Come on!...Get up and get at em'! Let's go! Stop the sulking! It's a new day, seize it!" The man pulled me into a sitting position. I was looking at the man right in his bright electric blue eyes, which contrasted with his dark brown hair.

I groan in response and he looks at me in frustration. He groans after me and rolls his eyes. "So what's the plan for today, huh?" He asked, arms woven together. I stare at him, my face is emotionless. Is he being serious right now?

"Oh come on! You know, while you were asleep, I found something." He smirked mischievously. I stare at him as he goes to my closet and opens it. I look inside and I can clearly see a guitar and a ukulele. He picks up both in each hand, turns around, and showcases them.

I have totally forgotten about them. I learned how to strum a ukulele when I was young and then as I got older, my dad helped me learn how to play the guitar, which was fairly easy. It would be a miracle if I remembered how to play again.

He comes back over to me. "I didn't know you had a ukulele and a guitar!" I smiled and laughed. "Yeah, my dad taught me." I said. I pick up the guitar from his hand and placed it on my leg. I feel the wood and the strings of the guitar. I pluck a string and it sounds like it used to.

"Can you play for me?" The man sits down on my bed and I laugh. "I don't even remember how to anymore. It's been years." "Please? Can you try, because you are really boring when you're sad." He said. I laughed and gave him a look. He smiles and motions for me to try. "Okay then. I'll try."

I pluck the strings one by one, trying to make something of the sounds. I slide my other hand, which is on the neck, to create different sounds. I pluck away and soon enough I make a wrong move. It was going good until that. I honestly don't remember the note names but it's a feeling of sound that I remember.

I try again. My hand glides against the guitar strings, on the neck and the body. A song starts to appear and my eyes close, letting my instincts take over. My hand plucks at the strings, my mind somehow knowing where they are.

The song is one I remember my dad teaching me. Soon the song comes to a close and I sigh. I hear the man next to me clap. I open my eyes and he is standing up. I start to laugh. He is so weird and silly. I don't even know his name.

I place the guitar on my bed, next to the ukulele. "You know, now that you know I can play a guitar, must I know your name?" I ask him. He looks down at me and smiles. "That's for you to decide. I don't have one." My eyebrows knit together and my face is swimming in confusion.

"What do you mean you "don't have one"?" I ask. He faces me and says "I came here thanks to you. You get to name me." The farther he goes, the more confused I am. What is he saying? He grabs my hand and tugs on it, telling he wants to go somewhere.

"One second," I said. I get up and hop to my open closet. I grab out a T-shaped stick that goes up to my mid back. This is my walking stick. I use it if I need to go somewhere quickly or if I want an easier travel.

The man motions me to follow him and so I do. With my stick, I can kind of keep up with him. It was dark out. I don't know if it was night or morning. The man leads me outside and far out from my house. He points to the sky and I look. "That's where I used to be." He said. I look at him. "You used to live in the sky?"

"Well, I am what you would call a star." I laugh at his comment. He sits down with his legs crisscrossed. I sit down too, my hand sliding down the stick. There was silence. "You're not a star," he looks at me with confusion. "How can there be stars in a world full of pride, selfishness, and no talent but just pretend?" I ask. I look up to the sky, the only thing the comforts me.

The beauty of it all is weird. The mix of gas and colors, dotted with white specs that are so far yet they can feel so close.

I look over at the man and he appears to be looking at me. "I don't know how to explain. One: once I met you, I knew there were stars down here on Earth. Even though I have barely walk on this ground, I met you, and you can play the guitar, you can walk with a leg and a half, you have survived this world since you were young. If you ask me, that's talent. But I'm not that kind of star. I am the actual thing." He says. My face heats up and I am now really embarrassed. I hide my face in my hand and nervously laugh.

"So, you're from the sky; you come from a world of stars?" I say, kind of getting it. "The world I come from is like the clouds. We have our own government, personalities, laws, everything. We live like nobles. We have a military, which I was in, and we have wars and battles, and it's a lot like Earth. It's actually illegal to go to Earth. We are forbidden to, and if we do, we belong to someone and they name us." He explained.

I could imagine it all. "Then, why are you here? Wouldn't you be an —" I was cut off by him saying: "a criminal? Yes. A man once came to me, he was part of the moon people. The moon people are 'evil'; they are our enemy. He went to me and said he can get me to Earth, which can get me a do-over, a restart in life, make myself again and change my actions and people's option, but the catch is, you can't go back. I, without hesitation, said yes and he brought me to a place of darkness. I could see all of Earth from high above. To you guys, I looked like a shooting star, streaming across the sky. The first person to wish on me is who I belong to. I waited a year until you wished on me. Now here I am, waiting for a name." He said.

I looked down on myself. I get to chose his name, but I want him to have his own freedom to chose his name. It shouldn't be my choice. "It's not my choice. What do you want your name to be?" I asked him. He was taken back and looked like he was about to cry.

"I don't know. I can't." He said. "Yes, you can. It's your name, you chose. Your life isn't my choice, it's yours." I said. I laid down on the grass as the stars disappeared and the sun started to rise. "Then, I what something simple. Like, maybe, Star?" He said. I closed my eyes and said, "Then your name shall be Star."

Now I know you, Mr. Star. Star. It's odd but nice. It fits him. Now that I know your name, I get to know more about you. I smile and relax.

As time goes on, I and Star get well acquainted. We play, laugh, smile, sing, and dance. He taught me the uses of mechanics and self-defense and I taught him guitar and cooking. We become close friends, but years later we became more. We may have kissed a few too many times, messed around a bit too much, whatever it was he charmed and filled my life. I finally felt happy. After friends, we became lovers with the same thrill we had as friends, just something more. My house became our house and my bed became our bed. He didn't even mind my disabilities nor faults. We were lovers for years until one day...

I and Star were sitting on our couch, looking out the window at the animals passing by. It was a comfortable silence until Star asked something. "What would you say if I asked you to marry me?" He looked at me with a smile and I laughed.

"Well, I guess I would say yes." I looked at him with a big smile, but then it went away and reappeared as a mischievous one. My eyebrows knitted together as I asked: "Wait, did you just ask me to marry you in a question?" He started to laugh and said, "I guess I did." He then kissed me and so I kissed back.

We eloped and from then we considered our selves a married couple. We did a lot for each other. We cooked for each other, we made things for each other. He even helped me make my own leg attachment that worked. He taught me how to walk in it and everything. Of course, the new leg was uncomfortable and sort of hurt, but I was so happy. But then he said to only wear it for emergencies because he said he likes me better without attachments and that the way I was born was the way I was meant to be.

We were married for a couple years until I lost him. I can never forget that day I lost him. It was like a horrible nightmare.