It was August 22, 2006. It's been nine years since I met Star. We have been married for 3 years, almost four. Our fourth anniversary is actually tomorrow. I'm now thirty-four and Star is thirty-seven.

It was getting dark and Star and I were doing our own separate activities. I was clean anything I can find, while Star was sitting and laughing at my caution for dust. I laughed alongside him. I knew it was a stupid worry, but it tires me.

I look outside and the sun has already set. "It's dark, we should be getting to bed soon," I say. I turn my gaze to him as he gets up from the couch. He comes towards me, wraps his arms around my waist, his chest to my back, and with a smile says, "Can't sleep wait?" He nips at my ear and I hum a quiet tune.

He held me close, as I did the same. I look at him and close the gap between us and quickly pull apart, only giving him a peck. "No," I say very simply, with a smile. "We have a lot to do tomorrow," I state, my head is at the side of his. He scrunches his face a confused look on it. We start to sway from side to side.

"We live out in the middle of nowhere, what activities would possibly obstruct our, special time? It's our anniversary tomorrow!" He says. We start to laugh together and my smile widens more, if possible. "Well, do you know how much energy you lose just by breathing, every second of your day? It gets very tiring and we need to breathe tomorrow. We also have an anniversary tomorrow. I think you can wait." I smile at him as he laughs.

He kisses my forehead and holds me, still. He rests his chin on the top of my head. We stay holding each other, swaying back and forth, back and forth for a while. I yawn and that was our cue for us to start to go to bed. "Ok, let's go rest," Star said, finally giving in. I hum and we let go of each other.

I start to head to our bedroom as Star puts some stuff he got out, away. I enter our bedroom and I strip from most of my clothes. I had only my underwear on and I put on a loose shirt and placed my clothes in our closets.

I lay down, under the covers of our bed, and wait for Star. I don't like to go to sleep without him being here because I want to know he is okay. That is why he always waits for me to wake up.

The door, that I had closed earlier, opened and Star came through. He took off his shirt and closed the door once again. He walks over to the other side of the bed and says, "Hey." And so I had said hi back. He got into bed and he turned off the lights.

"Goodnight, mi amor." He kisses my forehead once again.

How sweet he his. How did I ever find a man like him? And, to be honest, how would I live without him? Those were my last thoughts until I fell asleep.
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My eyes flutter open and excepting to be greeted with Star, watching me, but I wasn't. Star wasn't here. I quickly seated myself up and looked around. He wasn't in the room. This is when I got worried. I got even more worried when I smelled something burning.

"Star?" I yell, trying to get Star's attention. No answer. "Star!" I yell louder, hoping he can hear me. Still no answer.

I get up quickly and I don't bother to get dressed. I go to my closet and take out the leg that Star has helped me make. I quickly put it on and ran out of the room.

I went to the kitchen to check if something was burning, and there was. The stove was on with a pan with pancake batter in it. The whole thing was burning. I quickly turned off the stove and took the pan off of it.

I yell once again, "Star!" I am now in a panic. I check the bathroom and I hesitate to check my parents' room. This was my first time going in there since I was seven. Star wasn't in here either. He must be outside.

I run to the front door and open it and start to yell, "Sta—" Star was there but he wasn't. I looked out and saw Star covered in his own blood, on the floor. A man was straddling him with a knife over him, about to plunge. He was looking straight at me with an emotionless face. I stumble back and hold my hands to my mouth, trying to conceal a gasp.

I stood there frozen. My husband is dead on the grass filled ground. He was murdered. My life drains from me as I watch Star's killer drop his knife and get up.

The man walks towards me and I rush for the door, but I can't open it. I pond and jiggle the knob and I even throw myself at the door, but it won't budge. He is coming closer and I press myself against the door.

He is on the stairs up to our porch in a matter of seconds. I have nowhere to run. "Please, don't hurt me." I cry. Tears are visible on my face.

The man gets really close and creases my face. I am frozen with fear and I cry. "Oh, poor girl, he had it coming." He looked satisfied he had a soothing, evil voice. He was clearly heartless.

He looks into my eyes and I want to get away so badly. "What did he mean to you?" He asks. I am short on breath and my voice is less than a whisper. I couldn't even hear what I said.

"H-he was m-y husband" I was shaking and crying. I was still frozen in time. He looked at me with confusion. "He was your husband? I'm sorry then." He looked at me with emotionless eyes.

"Please don't hurt me." I whisper. "I won't hurt you. Actually, I didn't know he was your husband. So, I guess I could be willing to make a deal with you." There was silence for awhile. "Your sanity for his life." He said.

Star was everything I had. Everything I had, left. He was my memory and heart. He was so amazing. We fought from time to time, yes, but that is normal. The man can still kill me.

"I'll let you think over it. Just ring this bell when you agree." He hands me a small golden bell with a handle. I nod and in a blink of an eye, he disappears.

I run over to Star and I hold him in my arms. He was cold and his eyes looked lifeless. I cry over his dead body for hours, to the point where the sun was starting to set. I close his eyes and a sudden wave of want goes over me.

I want him to hold me, so it's me and tell me everything is going to be alright. I want him to be here and tell me it was a joke. I want him back.

I bring out a sheet of blanket from the house and put it over his body. I know I love him. The question is, what am I willing g to sacrifice for him.

The answer to that was: Everything.

The next day I spend most of my time staring at the bell and replaying what the man said to me: "Your sanity for his life." Am I willing to give up my mind just so I can have him back?

It was a no-brainer, but I was still hesitant. I chose him over my sanity.

So later that day, I had decided to ring the bell. With one flick of a finger, the bell rang and shook. It was one hundred blue whales, singing together. The beautiful and loud harmony filled the house and I heard a voice. "Pick three things to take with you. No food, drinks, or money and you will start your adventure."

I looked around and took my leg up and a picture of my dad and one of me and Star. Soon my vision was filled with a white light.

I look around and I see the same man who killed Star. He was standing in front of me.

"Let me explain to you why it's so funny that I was the one to kill him. The first reason is that I was the one to put him on the Earth. I sent him there! The second reason is that because I did that, he was then a criminal, and they sent me to kill him. The third reason is that he was a Sun Warrior! He could have easily fought me off. Fourth, he took my bait. He was going to die, being out in the open. So silly." The man laughed and laughed.

He was the one who tricked him here? The person who helped Star. So, why did he kill him? He never explained that!

"You have three wishes I will grant to you. And no, I am not a genie, but I do have limits on the wish you ask for." He smiles and holds up three fingers.

"I wish for," I paused to think. I was about to wish for a real body, but then I remember what Star had once said. "Only two wishes," I said. I know it was selfish, but Star is right. I also don't see any other need for that last wish. The man seemed confused, but put down one of his fingers. "I wish for... clothes that make sense for where I am going." He snaps his fingers and I feel different.

I look down at my "feet" to see combat boots on. I was wearing things like a light tan leather one-piece-thingy that stopped at my thighs with pockets and a baggy, puffy, and shiny jacket that was open. The collar of the jacks was puffed. The sleeves were scrunched up and there was a white band on my left arm. The white band had some symbols on it.

I look at my hair. It was the same long, wavy, platinum blond hair it has always been. I'm glad that hasn't changed. I looked at my skin which was dusted in dirt. I was still a pale white, sadly.

I went back to my last wish. I already had it in mind. "I wish for background knowledge on where I'll be placed and on me." I said. "Ok" he responded simply.

The man snapped his finger and I suddenly felt like I was falling. I was falling! My body was turning and twisting. I was falling towards the ground. I was a long way up, I was sure to die.

In the blink of my eye, I was in a house-like building.

Oh dad, Star. I really need one of you to watch over me. I'm scared. What have I gotten myself in to?