Glowing: a short love story

“You look stunning,” he said. His brown eyes gazed at her, his stare was otherworldly, for she was not of his world, she was a star from a land far away, shining, glowing. Brooke approached him, placing her hands on his chest, staring up at him. He put his hand on her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips.

“I love you” He whispered. They exchanged love as if they would never wake up tomorrow to see each other’s smile once more. Tristan guided Brooke out to his truck, they drove away into the starry night. Their car began to fly. They drifted past the moon and out of the milky way, then they floated with the stars drifting away.

Brooke climbed out of her seat and sat on Tristan’s lap. He smiled up at her.

“Should we ever return?” He asked.

Brooke put a finger over his lips giggling, “Not tonight,” She said “Tonight we drift with the stars,” She drifted her hand across the sky framing the night. Brooke then leaned down and pressed her lips against Tristan’s. She ran her fingers through his thick curly brown hair, his skin was dark, tan, eyes looking of the midnight sky. Brooke had brown hair and dark eyes as well. Their smiles together, so bright.

A bright light shocked the both of them before their car stumbled to the side. Glass shattered, Blood everywhere.

“Tristan!” Brooke cried. The night sky seemed more dark and menacing now. He laid there looking dead, eyes closed. Brooke shook him hoping for him to wake up. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched her boyfriend drift away taking his place with the stars.

Brooke looked around frantically searching for the car who caused the impact.

“I loved you Tristan!” Brooke cried, “You don’t get to leave me, Please Tristan, just last a little longer” “please”

Brook squeezed his hand and kissed him, praying true loves kiss just might maybe be real. But it wasn’t true. Here she saw the love of her life fading away.

“Phone, phone, oh my God, ok where’s the phone,” Brooke yelped. Inside of Tristan’s pockets was a cellphone

“911 what’s your emergency?”

15 minutes later there was an ambulance, Paramedics poured out of the ambulance, but Tristan was not coming with, Tristan was Gone.

“Wait, you have to bring him with,” Brooke cried, “He’s not dead yet.”

“Ma’am he’s gone,” These words poured into her heart, “Please, this wasn’t supposed to go wrong, he can’t be dead, You don’t understand I love that boy.”

The Paramedic stared down and stared back in Brooke’s eyes, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

9 months later. Brooke held a white rose in her hand. “I got you something, I miss you Tristan, a boy asked me out I hope you don’t mind, I love you my star.”