The life of a shooting star

It was as though he was a shooting star, one light in a universe of darkness, floating around a vast pool of nothingness. However, he knew this wasn’t the case. He knew he wasn’t a shooting star, just a human boy the size of a child, with a waist the size of his wrist. He knew his name was Steven. He knew he was alright and in good company; that he was alright, in fact he lives in where he lives. He could even recall where he had just left off. He had just left the conversation he just had with the mysterious figure in yellow and blue. A mysterious figure who, until a few second ago, had been standing right beside him.

Then that figure was gone and it was as though she had never been here. Steven, who at first had thought the figure in yellow and blue was a woman, wondered how a woman had been standing beside him, but changed his mind, knowing it was not that way. He tried telling himself it was a woman, but he knew it was not the case. He even wanted to pull out his unlikely and unlikely name-tag and read the name written there. "Kanroche Maki" he read the name written there, but he felt an immense feeling of despair. He had never once told himself it was a woman. He had never told himself it was a woman.

He let go of the name-tag and he could have sworn his shirt changed. The color of his shirt had changed and it seemed a little heavier; it was a brown after all. Then Steven realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Steven was panicking. He didn’t want to but he did. It was a strange feeling he was having and the worst part was, he was feeling it of himself. He tried to think of something else; something bad, something worrying, something difficult. He just wanted to think of something else but it was useless. It didn’t work; he couldn’t think of anything else. He couldn’t think of anything else to do. Butterflies was a word he loved and he used it on himself all the time but now, now he was using it on himself in a very different way; as a word warning him of something that was coming and he didn’t want to have to face it.

“Steven, Steven, Steven.” It was right back where he started.

“Dear, dear Steven,” She said with a giggle.

Steven looked up, to see a woman with very messy purple hair sitting on the ground looking down at him. She was wearing a white dress. She was in fact the woman he had been expecting for the past few seconds. His own mother.

“Mo-oh, oh,” Steven was having a hard time getting the words out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry Steven,” Steven’s mom said.

“I’m sorry my Steven,” Steven thought she said it but he wasn’t sure. He could have sworn he wasn’t sure.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you,” She said again.

“I know,” Steven thought he said. He tried to remember what she was saying to him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you left,” She said and he could just barely make it out.

“I’m sorry,” She cried out.

That’s when Steven saw it. He saw what he thought he could never see. He saw his mother in front of him; the woman who had abandoned him for so long, and was now standing in front of him. In front of him as she was born, at that very moment. He knew he couldn’t see her. He knew he couldn’t let himself see her. Anyone else would have cried at the sight of such heartbreak. Steven on the other hand, just let out a giggle. He didn’t think it was weird. He didn’t think it was weird to hear and to see his mother at the same time.

She wasn’t just standing there. Again he couldn’t understand how a woman standing in front of him could be a woman but he didn’t question it, he knew what he knew. He crushed the thought to pieces.