The Story of a Comet

Once upon a time, in a quiet town, on an empty street, there lived a girl who was so innocent, so cute, but so alone. She always wanted to have some one to rely on, to love and to say whatever her heart wanted to say; some one who was aware of her and valued her feelings. But there was no one she could trust in and give her love to.
At nights, she went out side, sat in the garden, looked at the sky, counted the stars, and thought with herself if only she had had one of those stars; the most beautiful one for herself. She spoke to them and imagined their answers; she cheered herself up in this way.

One night, she saw a petite pink rose in the garden which had blossomed newly. She started to talk to that rose and thought she would give this rose to whom she loved the most. Suddenly she warmed up in her heart, and then felt something shiny passed above her in the sky. She looked up quickly to find out what that light was and saw something more sparkling than a star was going forward quickly with a tail which was scratching the dark sky. After a short time it went and nothing could be seen anymore.

Being shocked and unable to move, she went inside and didn’t tell anyone what she had seen. Although it was very outlandish and strange, she wished to see that again. So she went outside in the garden every night waiting for that sparkle to come. She knew that it would come again one of those nights, and then she can find out what it was and where it came from. But nothing passed; there was no enormous shining star with an immense attractive tail scratching the sky.
One or two years passed and she couldn’t see that light again. She almost was forgetting about that night, thinking it was an imagination. She even went outside to see the sky less than before. One night, she was so heavy-hearted, went outside in the garden and started to cry, wanted to shout and get a thing off her chest. She saw that pink rose which was not alone any more; there were lots of them in the garden but still she could find that one. All of a sudden, she felt that warmth again in her heart and remembered that light. So turned her head upward, looking at the sky. She saw that glittering incredible light is coming so quickly as if it hastens to do something.

“Wait! Please wait!” she shouted. It reduced its speed and stopped after some moments. It was so bright that she couldn’t look at it straight. “Who are you? Please tell me!”
“I am a comet; the comet of this sky.”
“What do you do in there, just to turn around the world? And lightening the dark sky?”
“Not just that! I am not an ordinary comet; I can live, love, forgive, and be glad or gloomy. I have feelings, but unfortunately there is no other star or comet which can understand me. You are the first one, especially the first human being who have seen me and spoken to me.”
“Much time ago, I saw you in the sky, but you passed me so quickly that I couldn’t even see you exactly. I waited a long time for you to come, but you didn’t. I am as lonely as you are and there is no one who feels my heart either. I am so delighted now as if I have known you for all my life.”

They spoke for hours, laughed, cried, and sang with each other. The Comet told her about its star and the mystery of its shining tail. She felt it was the most valuable thing she’d ever had. It was like an angel or a gift of God to her.
“I don’t want you to go. Stay here and shine for me every night,” she cried.
“I can’t; I come only one night after a long time and should go that night. This is my nature.”
“But I will be alone again, without you.”
“You won’t,” then he slashed a part of its tail and gave her. “My tail is the most important part of me; I give some part of it to you, so it would be always with you. We are together and near, although there is a far distant between us…”

She remembered that rose, picked it up and gave it to The Comet. “Take it with you. I’ve wanted to give it to whom I really love and that’s you. Whenever you look at that, you would know that I think of you and love you.”
The Comet placed that little pink rose in the most magnificent place of its star.
“You would be the ‘Star's Flower’; the only flower of mine and my star. I haven’t had any Flower on my star so far.”
“I haven’t had any Comet so far, besides I think no one has any like me!”
“I may see you again. Take care of you, my Flower,” the Comet told this and went on and on till it couldn’t be seen…

Now, she’s living in a quiet town, on an empty street. She is in her room thinking of her Precious Star who she hasn’t seen for two years and who she feels so close to her heart in spite of the far distance between them. She knows that her Comet would come, soon or late, and she could love it more and more. She would wait until the time they see each other again, but until that time she just can dream…

Dedicated to my Comet

By: Sonia