The Stars Shine Down
Van, I know I promised you a poem entitled The Stars Shine Down.
But I realized that poems are not my forte. And that I'm better at story-writing (at least better than poem-writing.)
But this story has a poem too. HAHA Im weird.
So here goes the world debut (sounds cool eh? :P) of The Stars Shine Down.
P.S. I think it's really soppy. THAT"S WHY I STRUGGLED THROUGH TWO HOURS TO WRITE IT!
It was supposed to be on friendship. But NOOO Van wanted it to be love. So here it is.
Oh yeah, and leave comments ya?
The Stars Shine Down
Written by: Wong Siaw Hui
The rosy hue of the evening sky faded away; leaving behind the growing shadows to steal the last rays of light.
Up on the crest of a hill that time itself forgotten, sat the lone figure of a girl, contemplating all that had past and all that was to be.
An old, leather-bound diary lay abandoned in her lap as her fingers absent-mindedly ran down the cool spine of the book, feeling the chill beneath them. Tears began to well up in her eyes and frustrated, she wiped them away with the grimy back of her hand.
If only I had seen –
If only I hadn’t been so blind –
If only – if only –
The tears finally broke through and she could feel her heart give way as she cried, yearning for a chance to start all over, yearning for what had been lost to find the way back to her. Deep down, she wanted to believe that with morning, the sun would bring new hope for a new day. But she knew; all too well, she knew that when tomorrow’s sun rose, yesterday’s tears would not even have dried.
How could have things gone so wrong –
If only I could start all over -
A new wave of tears washed over her, unrelenting in their travel down her cheeks just as the tinkling laughter of children filled her ears, drawing her back to the past; back to where it all began –
*
They are simply inseparable, the neighborhood declared, Simply inseparable.
Who are?
Oh for goodness sakes, Luke Owens and Marianne Wiles of course.
Indeed –
The day Marianne’s father had walked out of her life, Luke had walked in to hers.
The moment her father had slammed the front door behind him, she had known that he had long since gone beyond the point of no return. Her mother had sat crying in the corner of the living room, her face as pale as death. She simply hadn’t known what to do except to run out after her father, begging him; calling him to come back. She ran and ran till her shaky knees gave way, sending her crashing to the ground, scraping the knees as she went.
She had cried out not because of the raw pain of her grazed knees, but because of the pain of desertion.
And yet, he never once looked back.
She lay in the cloud of dust, squinting pathetically, trying to convince herself that her father was still there in front of her, inviting her into his embrace.
But what she saw instead was the quiet little boy who lived down the street.
What happened? the little boy asked in that steady voice of his, Why are you lying in the mud?
Marianne burst into an influx of tears.
My papa left me, she sobbed, scarcely believing what she was saying, He – he always said I was his little girl and now he left me – Papa’s gone away –
The little boy’s face softened as he looked into those tear-filled hazel eyes.
Umm, look the ice-cream man’s coming. Maybe I can buy you an ice-cream and make you feel better. What flavor do you want? Cho –
Something happened that day that neither little Luke nor tiny Marianne could ever explain. But there was something about Luke; perhaps his sturdiness or his willingness to make her feel better, that propelled the muddy Marianne towards him.
Before the little boy knew what had happened, the completely grimy Marianne has thrown her arms right around him and sobbed into his chest, feeling somewhat comforted.
Perhaps it was the way that Marianne has completely entrusted herself to him or perhaps it was the open vulnerability in her that had seized Luke’s heart that very instant, making him swear to her on that day that he would always protect her no matter what.
Somewhere deep within the little Marianne, she had completely abandoned herself to Luke’s words; something told her that his promise to her would be proven time over time again as the years went by.
But it was also on that day, that the tiny girl acquired the fear of rejection. She swore to herself that she would never open up her heart to anyone just in case she ended up like her distraught mother.
And secretly she feared the day when she would open herself up with such vulnerability again –
*
The friendship between Luke and Marianne lasted for years, growing stronger with time. He was not only her best buddy but also her elder brother. And Luke, well, the guys understood him as the boy who enjoyed the smaller Marianne tagging along with him and that he thought of her as the little sister he never had.
And then things began to grow complicated –
If you were to ask Marianne the exact time and date when she exactly fell in love with Luke, she wouldn’t be able to tell you the answer.
But one thing was for sure, she had begun to think of him as more than a brother and definitely, more than a friend.
But like they always say, there always is the tiniest of hitch in things –
The time had come for Marianne to open her heart again and to face the possibility of rejection again.
But she could not do it – she would never admit to Luke how much she loved him.
To do such a thing, was considered a folly for herself. Her main principle in life had been instilled since her father left her: Never open yourself up for hurt and you will not be hurt.
Time went on and with each passing day, she realized that it was getting harder and harder to think of Luke as just a friend.
Perhaps I should tell him and risk getting hurt – At least I can get on with my life –
But what if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks of me as a friend? As a sister?
If I tell him – he’ll look at me all weird and we’ll start drifting apart. And then I’ll lose the best guy I have ever known.
And with it the first guy and probably the last that I will ever fall for.
Her heart tore again and again whenever they were together but so resolved was she, that her confessions never left the confines of her heart.
And then the fateful day came: Luke was going to leave for England to further his studies for a total of four years.
The ache that was in her as she watched him walk towards the departure hall was one that was so painful that she didn’t want to think about it.
And then just before he reached the immigration officer, he turned around and smiled a half-smile.
I’m gonna miss you Marianne.
And the look in his eyes was so imploring and there was just something about it that made her want to break down and to tell the truth.
They stood there for a long time before with a sigh, he turned and broke off eye contact.
He walked through the doors.
And left behind a Marianne whose heart was already shattered into pieces.
*
Marianne was in Luke’s house, helping his mother out when an uniformed officer from God-knows-where had showed up at the door, requesting for entrance to the house.
Mrs. Owens?
Yes?
I’m very sorry, but the plane your son was on? It crashed and there were no survivors
A Niagara-fall like roar rang in her ears and grew louder and louder. Colours began to swirl before her eyes and she thought, Oh God no, oh God no. It can’t be – it can’t be and to think I never said -
And that was when Marianne blacked out.
*
When she came to, she had vomited all over Mrs. Owen’s expensive Persian carpet. Leaving behind a distraught mother who had just lost her only son, Marianne had lunged blindly into Luke’s room, not knowing what she was intending to find.
And then her eyes fell onto the open diary on Luke’s desk, the diary she had bought him for his tenth birthday.
She collapsed onto the chair in front of the desk.
Impulse took over and she glanced down at what had been written in the diary.
And then she started to cry.
*
Tonight, the diary was open to the same page.
But now the tears had dried.
Marianne looked down at the poem written in that familiar slanted writing of Luke’s and she forced back tears.
The Stars Shine Down
By Luke Owens
Dedicated to Marianne Wiles
Wish that we could be,
More than just friends
Wish that my heart would stop,
Aching when you’re near.
The agony of this love,
Or so the wounded declare
Used to laugh about it,
Until I fell for you
And tonight
The stars shine down on me
And I know,
That I want you right here with me
Under these dazzling heavens
Where forever meets no end –
Cowardice is my forte
Rejection is my bane
I could never tell you
How much you mean to me
I’ve given you my word
That I will always protect you
But now all I want to do
Is to give you all of me
And tonight,
The stars shine down on me
And I know,
That I want you right here with me
Under these dazzling heavens
Where forever meets no end –
A faint smile touched Marianne’s lips as she extracted a pen from her blouse pocket and began to write –
The Stars Shine Down
By Marianne Wiles
Dedicated to Luke Owens
If only you had asked
I would have given you my heart
If only I had asked
To be part of your world
But something held us back
From our very destinies
If only fate was kinder
If only love had drawn us –
And tonight,
The stars shine down on me
And I know,
That you are right here with me
Under these dazzling heavens
Where forever meets no end -
But I realized that poems are not my forte. And that I'm better at story-writing (at least better than poem-writing.)
But this story has a poem too. HAHA Im weird.
So here goes the world debut (sounds cool eh? :P) of The Stars Shine Down.
P.S. I think it's really soppy. THAT"S WHY I STRUGGLED THROUGH TWO HOURS TO WRITE IT!
It was supposed to be on friendship. But NOOO Van wanted it to be love. So here it is.
Oh yeah, and leave comments ya?
The Stars Shine Down
Written by: Wong Siaw Hui
The rosy hue of the evening sky faded away; leaving behind the growing shadows to steal the last rays of light.
Up on the crest of a hill that time itself forgotten, sat the lone figure of a girl, contemplating all that had past and all that was to be.
An old, leather-bound diary lay abandoned in her lap as her fingers absent-mindedly ran down the cool spine of the book, feeling the chill beneath them. Tears began to well up in her eyes and frustrated, she wiped them away with the grimy back of her hand.
If only I had seen –
If only I hadn’t been so blind –
If only – if only –
The tears finally broke through and she could feel her heart give way as she cried, yearning for a chance to start all over, yearning for what had been lost to find the way back to her. Deep down, she wanted to believe that with morning, the sun would bring new hope for a new day. But she knew; all too well, she knew that when tomorrow’s sun rose, yesterday’s tears would not even have dried.
How could have things gone so wrong –
If only I could start all over -
A new wave of tears washed over her, unrelenting in their travel down her cheeks just as the tinkling laughter of children filled her ears, drawing her back to the past; back to where it all began –
*
They are simply inseparable, the neighborhood declared, Simply inseparable.
Who are?
Oh for goodness sakes, Luke Owens and Marianne Wiles of course.
Indeed –
The day Marianne’s father had walked out of her life, Luke had walked in to hers.
The moment her father had slammed the front door behind him, she had known that he had long since gone beyond the point of no return. Her mother had sat crying in the corner of the living room, her face as pale as death. She simply hadn’t known what to do except to run out after her father, begging him; calling him to come back. She ran and ran till her shaky knees gave way, sending her crashing to the ground, scraping the knees as she went.
She had cried out not because of the raw pain of her grazed knees, but because of the pain of desertion.
And yet, he never once looked back.
She lay in the cloud of dust, squinting pathetically, trying to convince herself that her father was still there in front of her, inviting her into his embrace.
But what she saw instead was the quiet little boy who lived down the street.
What happened? the little boy asked in that steady voice of his, Why are you lying in the mud?
Marianne burst into an influx of tears.
My papa left me, she sobbed, scarcely believing what she was saying, He – he always said I was his little girl and now he left me – Papa’s gone away –
The little boy’s face softened as he looked into those tear-filled hazel eyes.
Umm, look the ice-cream man’s coming. Maybe I can buy you an ice-cream and make you feel better. What flavor do you want? Cho –
Something happened that day that neither little Luke nor tiny Marianne could ever explain. But there was something about Luke; perhaps his sturdiness or his willingness to make her feel better, that propelled the muddy Marianne towards him.
Before the little boy knew what had happened, the completely grimy Marianne has thrown her arms right around him and sobbed into his chest, feeling somewhat comforted.
Perhaps it was the way that Marianne has completely entrusted herself to him or perhaps it was the open vulnerability in her that had seized Luke’s heart that very instant, making him swear to her on that day that he would always protect her no matter what.
Somewhere deep within the little Marianne, she had completely abandoned herself to Luke’s words; something told her that his promise to her would be proven time over time again as the years went by.
But it was also on that day, that the tiny girl acquired the fear of rejection. She swore to herself that she would never open up her heart to anyone just in case she ended up like her distraught mother.
And secretly she feared the day when she would open herself up with such vulnerability again –
*
The friendship between Luke and Marianne lasted for years, growing stronger with time. He was not only her best buddy but also her elder brother. And Luke, well, the guys understood him as the boy who enjoyed the smaller Marianne tagging along with him and that he thought of her as the little sister he never had.
And then things began to grow complicated –
If you were to ask Marianne the exact time and date when she exactly fell in love with Luke, she wouldn’t be able to tell you the answer.
But one thing was for sure, she had begun to think of him as more than a brother and definitely, more than a friend.
But like they always say, there always is the tiniest of hitch in things –
The time had come for Marianne to open her heart again and to face the possibility of rejection again.
But she could not do it – she would never admit to Luke how much she loved him.
To do such a thing, was considered a folly for herself. Her main principle in life had been instilled since her father left her: Never open yourself up for hurt and you will not be hurt.
Time went on and with each passing day, she realized that it was getting harder and harder to think of Luke as just a friend.
Perhaps I should tell him and risk getting hurt – At least I can get on with my life –
But what if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks of me as a friend? As a sister?
If I tell him – he’ll look at me all weird and we’ll start drifting apart. And then I’ll lose the best guy I have ever known.
And with it the first guy and probably the last that I will ever fall for.
Her heart tore again and again whenever they were together but so resolved was she, that her confessions never left the confines of her heart.
And then the fateful day came: Luke was going to leave for England to further his studies for a total of four years.
The ache that was in her as she watched him walk towards the departure hall was one that was so painful that she didn’t want to think about it.
And then just before he reached the immigration officer, he turned around and smiled a half-smile.
I’m gonna miss you Marianne.
And the look in his eyes was so imploring and there was just something about it that made her want to break down and to tell the truth.
They stood there for a long time before with a sigh, he turned and broke off eye contact.
He walked through the doors.
And left behind a Marianne whose heart was already shattered into pieces.
*
Marianne was in Luke’s house, helping his mother out when an uniformed officer from God-knows-where had showed up at the door, requesting for entrance to the house.
Mrs. Owens?
Yes?
I’m very sorry, but the plane your son was on? It crashed and there were no survivors
A Niagara-fall like roar rang in her ears and grew louder and louder. Colours began to swirl before her eyes and she thought, Oh God no, oh God no. It can’t be – it can’t be and to think I never said -
And that was when Marianne blacked out.
*
When she came to, she had vomited all over Mrs. Owen’s expensive Persian carpet. Leaving behind a distraught mother who had just lost her only son, Marianne had lunged blindly into Luke’s room, not knowing what she was intending to find.
And then her eyes fell onto the open diary on Luke’s desk, the diary she had bought him for his tenth birthday.
She collapsed onto the chair in front of the desk.
Impulse took over and she glanced down at what had been written in the diary.
And then she started to cry.
*
Tonight, the diary was open to the same page.
But now the tears had dried.
Marianne looked down at the poem written in that familiar slanted writing of Luke’s and she forced back tears.
The Stars Shine Down
By Luke Owens
Dedicated to Marianne Wiles
Wish that we could be,
More than just friends
Wish that my heart would stop,
Aching when you’re near.
The agony of this love,
Or so the wounded declare
Used to laugh about it,
Until I fell for you
And tonight
The stars shine down on me
And I know,
That I want you right here with me
Under these dazzling heavens
Where forever meets no end –
Cowardice is my forte
Rejection is my bane
I could never tell you
How much you mean to me
I’ve given you my word
That I will always protect you
But now all I want to do
Is to give you all of me
And tonight,
The stars shine down on me
And I know,
That I want you right here with me
Under these dazzling heavens
Where forever meets no end –
A faint smile touched Marianne’s lips as she extracted a pen from her blouse pocket and began to write –
The Stars Shine Down
By Marianne Wiles
Dedicated to Luke Owens
If only you had asked
I would have given you my heart
If only I had asked
To be part of your world
But something held us back
From our very destinies
If only fate was kinder
If only love had drawn us –
And tonight,
The stars shine down on me
And I know,
That you are right here with me
Under these dazzling heavens
Where forever meets no end -
posted by *~siaw hui~* at 11:16 PM
10 Comments:
O.O!!!!
Siaw Hui wrote a love storyyyyy!!! ehehehe
IT'S SWEET AND VERRRYYY NICE!!! can be more mushy laaaaa haha. Why do have a tendency to kill off your characters ha?? Nice poem. Tis too bad he can never read it. UNLESS it's more of a psychological thing. ^^
Yay, I can sleep now!
psychological thing?
*hack hack hack*
I had a hard time writing that story.
TOOK ME TWO BLOODY HOURS.
and i kept cancelling parts that were too mushy.
MUAHAHAAHAHA...
SQUEAK
awww......sweet! ur a fantastic writer Siaw Hui =) very well-written..
awww siaw hui!! it's great!! at first i thought it was soo long, but after reading, i thought it could be longer.. so sad.. =( you always kill the good guys. *cold stare*
2 hrs is long? thats damn short! how the hell u manage to write short story! all plots in my head end up book length plot.
most of my plots end up book length. but for once, i actually cud come up with a short story. lol.
sorry for being short. i rushed against time.
and thanks for the compliments guys.
SQUEAK.
so when are u and emm gonna write the 'story' about the Queen of the Distant Shores? ^^ then, being the ra-, mouse, you can squeak all u want in there, and then battle it out with the squirrel. OOoooo!! amuse the queens! Swing your miniscule sewing pins! Defend yourselves with nutshells and uhh...some stuff a mouse should have. Recover midway with the stock of nuts and cheese you have in those pouches hanging from the belt on your waist. Groannn in paaaaainnn....and die, the queens' laughter as your reward.
This is what studying for Sejarah does to you.
yes apparently it mushes up your brain so bad.
i dunno i haven't exactly tried. i've only studied one chappie. the one from form four. i'm secretly fearing the one from form five.
im the royal physician. not the royal rat.
HAH
issit? luke is one of my fav names too.
we actually think a like.
*GASP*
ROYAL MOUSE ROYAL MOUSE.
GET THE NICKNAME RIGHT PPL!
SQUEAK
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