LUMINISCENT

She had always thought of the night as a curtain that covered her thoughts, shadows of the deepest mysteries and as blankets for our very own kind—the people who are wide awake till the light of dawn to witness the stars and clouds fight over the horizon. 

She used to pull my hand to lead me upstairs to the rooftop, the same hands that pushed the hair away from my face to get a better look through my eyes.

She lies back next to me with a distance of only a mere meter but it felt like a thousand for me. 

Her laughter, it was like a chorus against the chilly wind of the September night; a song that I had memorized and replaced at back of my mind so often. 

She looked like a star, so incredibly out of reach. A transcendental light illuminated right before my eyes and all this time I thought I could have trapped the light within my fingertips; 

But, she was too luminescent, too bright, too beautiful and I fear that some day or the other she might just explode into the night sky, like a fascinating supernova of some kind. 

The writer is a grade 10 student of Scholastica.