𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼; 7

She was angry. It was overwhelming. She felt too much, all at once. Abela didn't know that just a little argument with her distant mother could set such a fire inside her.

And she could do nothing. The hate inside her duplicated itself at this realization.

She felt so unloved und uncared for, it made her afraid. It hurt her deep in her fire heart. It destroyed just a little bit of the intact-Abela and added just a little bit to the destroyed-Abela.

As the stars stood high at the sky, shining down and lighting up the little city, and as the moon was at its full glory. She left.

It wasn't forever. Abela felt like suffocating and wanted to breathe and under the lights of the kissing moon and stars, she felt as if she could.

There she was. Just a little human lying under hundred of galaxies and she was as tiny as ever. And she felt the cold ground underneath her and the grass stroked her bare arms in a soft and comforting way.

Somehow it did comfort her in the way as if it didn't matter that she existed. Abela always felt as if the world was placed on her shoulders and she always tried to carry the weight. But right now, when she didn't matter the weight lifted and she could breathe.

It calmed her and her life didn't felt as shallow as it felt just five minutes ago.

Abela knew nothing was forever and she would die and she would be forgotten, so she lived for that tiny moment when she gazed up at the nights sky and looked at it.
Really looked at it.

The constellation of the stars would never be the same, they would change and the next night there won't be a full moon shining down on her high cheekbones, it would change.
And she felt the change.

Everything would change and it was just the beginning.
Soon her life wouldn't be the same as it was today.