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leep, snoring softly. Her sound almost caused him to moan but because he didn't want to disturb her, he held back. He loved her so much, and could barely contain

wife and he only wished it could go on forever, but foreve

. His eyes remained on his sleeping wife. He wished with all his being that he possessed the powers to stop the clock from ticking and reading. Maybe if he did, h

yet. He lifted the duvet on his legs and slid his legs down the bed onto the wooden floor. He searched for his bedtime

at him was the day's date. How could he forget? He couldn't. Not with the promise he made

was grateful to for the life he had lived so far, for the privilege to be well again, and treat Sharon like the royalty that she was. It was something or certain beings that he met that day a year ago, outside the recreation center in the senior community. The gods disguised as a star, to

t in the senior community at the sound of a voice calling his name. At the time, he wasn't normal. Still shelved by the brain disease that had taken the best of his life

t of the room, where he was, to the sitting room and out of

y of everyone he saw or met there, they had nothing to do with the voice tha

uman. The voice was calling him from the sky. He looked up and in the sunless sky, shrouded with clouds, he saw a star peeking from behind

ers probably couldn't see the star. He didn't mind the people who stood ar

le, seeking to help, but you didn't ask for

could carry him, recollecting the moment he asked for help proved futile. He rummaged his brain in frustration but nothi

k for the help yours

mage of his wife hung in the dist

she cried that you would be saved and you would become normal and we a

eally do t

nce of treatment or the possibility of you getting better. They have probably told you that it'll take a miracle to be heal

octors have ruled out every possibility?" As much as Ray hoped not to, his v

ue to the presence of a disease that affects their brain. Since you have calle

uldn't be accepting their help. He also found it difficult to decide if he could simply believe in a star. But it made sense because not only did they sound confident in themselves

cept your help?" He said, hoping that their

ly a year,"

in Ray as he awaited the answer to his question. No

sed with this dangerous disease. You will be given the ability to do more than you have ever done all your life. You'll ea

ieve all the things you have laid down? Wh

would be able to do anything and exactly what you want, especially making lots of money. Howev

y's brows contoured and his

been held back from living life to the fullest, due to one disease or the other. We give them

I am willing to accept your help, I get a new chance at

criteria you

life after he left, he wouldn't mind at all. That way, she would live a comfortable life, void of a diseased and helpless husband. Of course, he was w

want to thi

d also end it all by helping others, I don't think I would ever feel more. It's a milli

ng the conversation with the star took or what happened after his body hit the cold ground. He didn't know why he woke u

ved for her became softer. His heart longed for her. His fingers itched to touch her in a way that he had not for a long time. Somewhere between his lips, he longed to be reminded of how she tasted. His eyes savored

deal he had with the star a year ago. As he exited the house, the conviction that the

tion. He walked back into the room as stealthily as he did when he was going out of th

ered telling her that her prayer was answered and his being with her was a result of her cry for help the day before he got better. He didn't however. Because he

eaving her bewildered when he disappeared, he had to. He laid his head on the pillow a

eed. She complained about being tired from staying indoors the whole time, doing nothing

times. Their being indoors was not characterized by eating and sleeping only. He made sure that all they did create memories, unforgettable ones. H

lk characterized by euphoric joy and peace, but the whole time, Ray pondered on what could be the right way to inform Sharon of the ma

away from Sharon. He knew very well that she would only hear his part of the conversation, still

ed into thin air and he knew she would be staring at him with fear. Perhaps, looking up at the sky. Trying to find out what caused him to stop in his trac

after a year of being completely fine. He wished he could turn to her to keep her assured a

as ready to speak to her. Except she heard what he was discussing with the star. How he told them that he knew his time was u

back, looking at him with eyes that showed how bitter she felt. He recognized the contempt that

ve with him, but he was too business-minded to say the same about himself. She sounded as betrayed as she did fifty years a

from him. He followed her. If he didn't, she would regret it, he would regret it and he couldn't forgi

*

by the second, she didn't want to stop. She wanted to scream, shout, and kick him in the leg. She wished she declined his request for a walk, that she

r gripped her. What if he was sick again? What if something else was happening to him? The u

f everything she heard from the conversation she saw Ray having with the space. It was the reason she turned towards home. She needed somewhere to sit and sh

r tears as she rushed right to the bedroom and she heard Ray follow her. She removed her scarf as she entered the

n to you no

s the bed. Sharon sat on a si

ry–" He

low again. She sighed, wiped off both her eyes, and nodded. "T

, back at the senior community center, one year ago." Sharon nodded. "Do you

me back to normal, she prayed. She creased her brows, trying to connect what the prayer of that night had

some powerful beings heard y

werful beings? She would have been lying if she

sky like every normal star, but they are not the star. They only travel by the s

ade settled in her heart. She was sorry, but she doubted Ray's sanity. It was the next reasonable option to the nonsense her husband was clearly

onverse with the sky or star or whatever. She wished

r. You prayed with the whole of your heart and in tears, you asked for help. What you didn't know was that as you stared at the night sky, uttering your words of prayer, a star watched you, heard your cry, and brought help. The star called me out the next day. Th

she didn't pray. Her cheeks flushed with tears. She made soundless groans, allowing the free flow of her tears. Ray touched her gently on t

and how they were ready to help me if I was willing to accept their help. I wondered why the

nued. "They would be giving me the chance to live a normal

have reached his ears. Her throat was heavy. If given the chance, her heart tugged at it

who has brain problems, fix the problems, and give the person a chance to live an exceptional life for a given amount of

n whispered. She pulled her face

h his hands and cupped her face again. Her cheeks were still wet against

my numerous promises to you. There didn't appear to be a better way than this. I love you

d. "Why are you telling me now that your time is up? What am I suppose

take care of him. You no longer have to do the chores and laundry and cooking and all of that, like before because I have it all sorted out. It's already a life of peace for you, My Sun. The money I made in the past year is stored up just for you. Th

had for him. Sharon's crying only increased in intensity and volume. What

ut this," he continued but

have the

o Greenland. It was hard to convince

health. It was because you knew you were unexplainably fine, but on

oft lips. It wasn't long before they traveled down from her

ould dissolve into him, become one and inseparable. Somewhere in the depths of her heart, she wanted to rep

mindful of her laughter and careful of all her pains. Ray Graham was her life. She could not begin to imagine it without him. She spent over fifty years loving and dolling on one man

heart broke as she realized it was the last time ever. Her joys knew no bounds as she recounted the beauty of the past year and she could not be more than grateful that she

sent her screaming into the seventh heaven. He didn't withhold himself and she didn't pull back either. It was a hell of a ride. She wanted to call it the best one of her life. And it wasn't because it

ggled up in his arms and allowed herself to soak in his smell and be

heart twisted as he uttered those words. He had said them before. On the night before their wedding when he recounted the way, h

hat promise anymore. Still, she savored the moment. Captured i

he tears. They streamed down no

ched out like she had been doing for a year, but there was no response, no o

xt day. Of course, Ray told the