Tears of Platinum.

There were stories, thick and thin, vast and narrow, and there were those that were dangerous - like a mirror.

The gloom had started, the bombs had plunged from the sky, and the skies had been rained with grey and deep grain.

And the night is black as ever, a little darker than yesterday's murk.

A little boy perched on a woman's sagging shoulder shivered and feared underneath his sheath of the lot of clothing they could muster to find in the fit of chaos below their dwelling. A noiseless flash rumbles above them until it explodes to a jarring boom like a shotgun, followed by a sustained roar.

That, they - no, he. Must never forget.

Although in consideration of the fact he was a child, barely coming up to ten years old, he was mature in intellect, choosing chatting with strangers and adolescents over playing with kids and their mucky clothes and the stench of their day's bustle.

That, made him remember the ringing that preceeds flanked with the cries of men, women, and children; some close to his age, some infants, and the others older.

They are now outside, the tight hold of the woman against his small stomach vibrates from fear and exhaustion, people came out and about, carrying masks to protect themselves from debris.

He was given too a mask of his own, a makeshift of a black scarf. The woman pressed beneath him scuffles to tie it around his face, especially using one hand to carry him and the other to tie, including the tremors of her body.

The land was grey in all aspects, the poles of versatility of haunting and scary atmosphere came about. They were covered in nothing but dry ash.

The child looked into the woman's face, and there was fear marking her placid face - that sweet face of hers he looked into for comfort, now stained with utter pain and fear and hopelessness.

"Dread," he whispers against the wrought sounds of the proceedings of fallen stars; he called it that. Fallen stars. Happens almost twice a year. He knew what it meant - war.

The woman put him down on a soft but pelted cushion, and whispers against his ear. He nods in agreement but the attention is more divided to where he was put down, he feels underneath her - the bloom of grass.

He smells it too, the weedy smell of soil from after-rain.

The woman scampers to get away from him, unshed tears blinding her line of sight as her gait stammers forward. And the child merely watched as she disappeared behind a tall bed of trees.

For a moment, there was silence around him.  He could almost hear the birds chirping, the sound of footsteps, the smell of fresh waffles - but he knew, his senses had deceived him. There were no birds, nor footsteps and fresh waffles.

There was only dread.

But the silence was far too unnatural, not the intrinsic sound of being alone.

Grass bites at him. He braces himself for impact.

Impact to what?

There, he looked up, and a large fiery orb is searing and breaking through the raven sky, coming to get his life. The glossy green of his eyes reflected the red and orange orb, deepened under his low lashes stained with tears.

As the orb comes closer and closer, pointing at him with a stubborn accusation, a head comes into his face, followed by a pair of eyes; staring at him with equal dread.

A girl. A little older than him, with eyes with a color that stained his eyes.

The girl looks behind her, at the sky and at the falling star coming at them fast. But she faces him, cups his face and slaps him with the harshest smack. The sound of skin to skin drowns out whatever screams of chaos seeped through the wall of trees surrounding them.

But he saw the girl's tears as she begrudgingly smacked him, sending him stumbling out of place, far away from the girl. A great shaky sigh escaped his throat as he sees the fallen star fall upon the girl; churning oblivion into her as black took position in his eyes.

The stars were dragged down once again that night, into the waters of the peoples' skies.

And the tears running about the girl's reddened cheeks were platinum.

No, seriously, platinum.

That, he will never forget.

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UNEDITED.

I had to keep it short. How's the story going?