[Short Story based on Wattpad story by alyloony]
[Photo got randomly on Google images]
[2016 Content. Wrote this when I was sixteen]
They say that, “A wish will be granted on the ninth day if you count nine stars in nine nights.”
Only desperate people would believe in that saying, and she was one of them. There’s no harm in trying, that’s why she tried. She had a wish and she was desperately in love. Being with that person was her one and only desire.
She was a writer and a clumsy student wearing glasses. One dusky night, she was trying to make a new story for a future book she’s dreaming of. Unfortunately, hours passed and still no ideas pop into her mind. She unconsciously looked out her window and saw a man looking at the twinkling night sky through his balcony. It was amusingly a beautiful scene. The dusky night matched the small glimpse of sadness present in the man’s eyes and the stars lighted the whole scene, making it glow. She was fascinated and finally thought of an idea for her book. That night she can’t stop thinking about him and gained infatuation. Before she went to sleep, she drew a big sparkling star on the cover of the book that reminded her of the scenery.
At school, she awkwardly stumbled at the hall causing all her papers to land on the floor. Then, a man helped her, it was the man she saw that night. Stunned, she stared at him for awhile without noticing that he was already reading her draft for the book. “This is nice, did you write it?” he said while handing the papers to her. She nodded and smiled. “I would like to help you continue your story, Can we meet at the playground after class?,” he said with a smile then waved. The girl still shocked, never thought they would meet and even meet again later at the playground.
As she went to the playground, he was already there waiting for her. He approached her and smiled. The girl, never knowing it was the start of a genuine friendship and the deepening of her feelings. They talked all day, shared jokes and stories about themselves. He helped her with the story. And as the moon rises, they parted and said goodbyes. While walking, both of them had a smile on their face. That night, the first nine stars were counted.
The next day, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and nine,” she counted, sitting on the swing. “What were you counting?” he said as he comes and takes the swing next to her.
“Nothing, just admiring the stars,” she said.
“Oh. About your book, it’s a very nice story, like Romeo and Juliet. You know, my grandma once told me that I looked like that charming Romeo,” he joked.
“Oh, really? I guess your grandma’s good at lying,” she said as they both burst laughing.
“Well, you can’t be Romeo without a Juliet. Do you even have one? I bet none,” she sounded challenging and teasing.
“Oh, how can you be sure that I don’t have a Juliet?” he said playfully while smirking.
“Then tell me who is she, Mr. Montague,” she said in a humorous tone but you can predict that she’s nervous on what he will answer. What will happen to her if he already had someone? She would definitely break.
He stood up, went behind her and whispered, “It’s a secret.” Then quickly, he pushed her swing making her gasp and astonished. Then both of them laughed and chuckled all the night.
The third day approached and at school, the girl was good at playing badminton, she played with some of her girls. As they were playing, he passed at the gym and saw her. He smiled and waved. It made her day. That night, she got a message from him saying that he doesn’t want to sleep yet, so they’ve chatted for hours. And of course, she didn’t forget counting nine stars.
The next day, everything seemed to be going right. They meet at breaks, have lunch together. They seemed to have a perfect friendship. The boy didn’t run out of stories to tell and the girl seemed to be enjoying his company. That day, at the playground, they tried to finish the book, decided its dramatic ending that will touch the reader’s heart. As they were discussing, the girl secretly counted nine stars in the sky. She felt excited about her wish. She wanted to be with him until the end. She wanted her feelings to be answered back. She counted on high hopes. As she meet his eyes, both of them smiled widely, as if the whole world disappeared and it was only them.
It was the fifth day and girl seemed to be burning up with confidence that her wish might be granted soon. That day at school, the boy approached her and said that he wanted to talk on something important. That he was shy to tell it to her and they should meet at the same place, tomorrow. She was getting nervous because the boy kept reminding her about it. Her heart was racing and there was only one thing she could think of, “Will he confess?”. She left her classroom, unknowing that she left her book and dropped it in the floor. The book she’d been writing with him. She was so excited for tomorrow. That night, full of high hopes, she counted nine stars again.
The next afternoon, the day she’s been waiting all night. Jovially hopping along the road, she reached the playground. He was already there, hands in his pockets feeling nervous. Her heart skipped a beat as they face each other.
“What is it, that you wanted to tell me?” she asked with a feeling of excitement and nervousness.
“How to start this, there’s someone I like,” he said while rubbing the back of his head.
“And?” her heart was racing with mixed emotions like fear and excitement. Because this time, she knew what he was going to say. Maybe her wish will really be granted earlier than expected.
“I would like to court Abigail. Can you help me?” That exact moment, she fell apart, torn into pieces and completely devastated. She managed not to cry in front of him. But when they waved goodbyes, her fragile eyes broke into tears as she tried to mend her broken heart. The person he likes already had someone, and worst, she was a friend of hers. He needed help from her and helping him means sacrificing her feelings. She walked home, crying, but still, she counted nine stars. Still hoping and still waiting for the ninth night.
It was the seventh day, she had nothing to do but cry silently in her room. Thinking what she should do and what to decide. Will she help him? Then, sacrifice her happiness for one’s happiness. Should she stop counting nine stars every night? She didn’t know.
The boy’s plan was to invite Abigail in the coming ball this Valentine’s day and confess. And he needed tips and help from the girl. Thinking that Abigail was a close friend to her and he was also close to her, so he was confident that she would help. The girl decided to give what the boy wants. Helplessly, she stared at the night sky and counted nine stars again with her tears falling down her cheek. As her chance to be with the boy faded.
Eight day, one more night she said to herself. This time she was at school, prepared to invite Abigail and pursue her to go to the ball. While talking to her, she wished that she would decline but fortunately and unfortunately, she gladly accepted. The boy knowing this, was very much happy, he even hugged and thanked her a lot. And there she was, faking a smile. There was nothing else to do but to rely on her wish. “…six, seven, eight, nine, only one night left,” she whispered. One night left to make a wish, her wish that might change.
Valentine’s day came and so is the ninth night. It was the night everyone was waiting for. It was also the night wherein something will be destroyed and created. A goodbye and a hello with both be born this night.
Nervously, she got out of the car and went to the ball. She was dressed elegantly and simple. When she reached the venue, her heart started to go wild. She pushed the door and saw everything. He stood there, wearing a nice suit, handing out a bouquet of roses to her friend, Abigail. Shocked, she gladly accepts the flowers and they slowly danced through the night. The boy was happy, you could see it in his eyes and the old glimpse of sadness already disappeared. But the girl, was greatly ruined. She walked out and turned her back, thinking that she should be happy for her friends, ‘cause in the first place she was the one who assumed. Tears fell in to her face.
It was the last night to count stars and the night her wish will be heard. “Dear nine stars, my friend found his happiness today. I should be happy, but I’m not and worst of all, my book is still missing,” she said to thin air while feeling the sadness sink in. “I wish the person meant for me would come,” she wished helplessly and completely doubt the stars. She didn’t believe anymore but still counted anyway.
“One, two, three, four, five..,” as she hopelessly started counting above the cloudy night sky. “Six, seven, eight..” The last star to be counted was missing. “Why is it so cloudy today? I can’t find the ninth star, maybe fate really hates me,” she said to herself as tears started to cloud her sight. She was looking back and forth at the night sky, finding the last star. As she was circling through the pathway, she stumbled upon a rock and bumped a person who held her tight. “Are you okay?,” he asked. He had beautiful brown eyes. She was about to answer but to her surprise, he boy was holding her long lost book. And, at the cover of her book, a big shining star lies. The boy noticed her familiarity to the book and while pointing at the star, he asked, “Do you know who’s the author of this book? I’m looking for her for days.”
Stunned, she can’t move an inch. As the last teardrop fell on her face, she whispered, “Nine.”
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