A woman was walking down the street, it had been a long day and as she got to her door, she noticed her neighbor and her children playing ball outside. The ball landed at her feet as a little girl with the galaxy in her eye ran over to her. The girl was full of life and joy as she fumbled through the Optimists Ocuya. The woman smiled and played for a while, speaking to the girl’s mother and enjoying herself for the first time in a long time. She spoke to the little girl of her future. She would be an astronaut who moonlights as a firefighter with a hobby of brain surgery and a hundred dogs. She had the world in front of her and no reasons to stop her shooting for the stars. The woman laughed and smiled as the girl waved goodbye, telling her she would see her tomorrow to play again and the woman nodded and agreed. They would play again tomorrow and all would be right in the world.
The woman once again bumped into the girl with the galaxy in her eye as she came of age. Nothing mattered to the fluorescent adolescent but the night was still young. She could drink like the best of them and could smoke like a sailor. The world was at her feet as she danced the absurdist’s applejack. The woman caught her near a gas station, sitting on the curb with a bottle of vodka and a cigarette which she offered to light, the girl gladly accepted. They chatted idly about her plans for the future, of which she believed she had none. She grew up in nowhere, she came from nowhere, and she would return to nowhere in the end. But she didn’t mind because she still had time to have fun, and there was always tomorrow. The woman frowned as the girl took a big swig of vodka, deciding it best to remove it from the girl before things got out of hand. The girl argued but smiled at the care this seeming stranger had for her and they hugged. The woman then hailed a taxi, popping 20 quid on the meter, telling the driver to get her home safe. With a drunken smile and wave the girl with the galaxy in her eye faded off into the night.
The woman bumped into the girl with the galaxy in her eye in the street. She had not sought her out, chance had landed them together once again. The girl was visibly older. She seemed more reserved and beaten down by life. The woman took her to a coffee shop and bought them both coffee and they talked. The girl explained how her friends had moved on from her, some were married with kids, others were half way across the world by now, and others had shuffled through the door leaving her alone in the dark. The woman listened deeply as the girl described her Pessimists Piva. She held her hand as the once full of life rebel she had known crumbled before her eyes, revealing a broken girl wanting comfort. They stayed for a while, the woman doing everything she could to help the girl. She offered her all of the advice she could and took her time to understand her pain. Her father had passed, as had her mother. Combined with the absence of her friends, she was alone. Before leaving, the woman gave her a number, she told her to ring her if she ever felt lonely or wanted to talk as she did not deserve to be alone.
There were many people at the funeral, friends from all over, their children who held fond memories. The vicar spoke solemnly of the life taken away so swiftly by the nihilistic Nizzarda. How she had been a beacon of light to those around her, how sorely she would be missed. He spoke of how a light had gone out in the universe and could not be relit. In the back the woman sat, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. Grieve shone through upon her face as lying in the wooden box lay the happy child who taught her the optimists Ocuya. Who she chatted with until sunrise as they danced the Absurdists Applejack. The broken adult who she tried to unteach the Pessimists Piva. The girl with the galaxy in her eye who fell victim to the Nihilistic Nizzarda. The woman pulled out the vodka bottle from the gas station and took a swig as the funeral came to a close. She stayed until the church was clear and stood as witness to the girl’s life. She wailed and cried and begged her to return. However deep down she knew it was no use. She would have to wait
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