Romans & histoires Menatap Bintang Di Langit

“Sorry. That’s what we had to call the, um, outsiders.” We curled around the edge of the solar panel field and got on the straight path to the bar and restaurant where we worked. The night sky was alight with stars, clear enough that I could pick out entire constellations, galaxies, and a passing comet. Before Ollie could comment on my mistake, I pointed up at it. “Look at that!” He squinted. “Uh, at what, exactly?”

I like flowers but I cannot appreciate them because it's dark. I can breathe easily. I haven't eaten yet because I don't feel hungry. The place is a bit dark but enough that I can see everything. I looked up at the sky. The moon and the stars are shining brightly above. I don't know when was the last time I looked up at the sky to see the stars. I always do this before when I am sad and lonely. I always watch the dark sky and the stars glimmering at night.

“I’ll survive. Let’s try to read this map.” He unfolds the paper and gets out his mobile to use as a flashlight. His lock screen is a recent picture of Edward and I just about die all over again. “I can see the Big Dipper,” I say, pointing to the sky. “And that’s it.” Jon smiles, still looking at the sky. “Same here.” We stand there in silence for another moment, looking up at the stars. Something streaks across the sky. “Did you see that?” I gasp.

I wanted to feel him touch me. The lights in the Lake House dimmed and slowly turned off, the darkness enveloping us. I looked up to the heavens, feeling his breath on my neck. The stars twinkled in the clear sky, constellations and planets glimmering in their eternal dance. A splash of light illuminated the sky, followed by another and another. Colors exploded against the stars, streaming fire from the sky. The crowed oohed and ahhed as the night sky was filled with color.

Then started with dinner. The night went on. Food was served and their stomachs were full. Some of the guards went to bed. Others were still sitting by the fire making jokes and telling stories. Aspen made his way toward Ethan. Finding a place to sit next to him. Leaning against a log. Aspen stared towards the sky. “Interesting fact about stars is that most come in pairs. It might look like the stars are alone, by themselves.” Aspen points towards the sky before continuing. “But most of them come in pairs.”

I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach as I took a seat next to him on the blanket. We lay side by side, gazing up at the night sky in comfortable silence for a while. The stars above us were a dazzling display, unobstructed by the city lights, and I couldn’t help but be captivated by their beauty. I pointed to the sky, tracing the outline of constellations with my finger. “Look, Logan,” I said, my voice filled with wonder, “there’s Orion, and there’s Ursa Major. Oh, and over there, there’s Cassiopeia!”

Shama sat beneath the moonlit sky, the cool breeze caressing her skin. She gazed up at the full moon, its silvery glow illuminating the vast expanse of the night sky. Myriad stars twinkled around it, like diamonds scattered on black velvet. Shama wondered which celestial body she most resembled: the lone moon, shining brightly in the darkness, or the countless unknown stars, twinkling beside it, their light unseen by most.

It was partially made of glass, offering a breathtaking view of the sky from within the room. As evening fell, the stars had yet to make an appearance. She slipped off her heels, sinking into the plush bed. Cracking open her bag of chips, she reclined and gazed up at the sky, eagerly awaiting the twinkling stars. With each bite, her thoughts danced alongside the anticipation of the stars' arrival. After a few minutes, as she neared the bottom of the chip bag, the sky began to sparkle as scattered stars emerged. At first, they were scarce, but gradually multiplied as time passed. Her awe-filled eyes traced the constellations forming above her.

They shouldn't be trapped in a jar for some show-off. I tilted my head back to the sky, watching the fireflies dance. Suddenly, a bright streak lit up the horizon—a shooting star zipped across the night sky out of nowhere.

There was a big patch of land with uneven grass and weeds while the place looked like no one came here often and it looked spooky. "Why am I here? There are hardly any trees let alone any people. What are we--- " "Look up," He cut me off and I crossed my arms. "Why?" "Stop asking questions and look up," he said tartly, definitely sounding irritated. I looked up to where Noah was pointing and I could see innumerable, shinning stars adorning the dark sky, like the sky was proving shelter to them. The countless, sparkling and glittering stars seemed like they were dancing in mirth, one turning dim while the other getting bright.