You see that star up there? The second one to the left of the moon? That is my girl's star. She told me when she was young, she would look up at that star and somehow feel alright. Like the world just stopped and all care and worries become obsolete. She said whenever I felt lonely and needed someone to talk to, just to look up at that star and she could hear me. Funny I really didn't believe her, but the strange thing was she always seemed to know every problem I had before I would tell her. She was so perfect! She would never do anything to hurt anyone. She always had a smile to give when someone felt lonely. I don't know what it was, but no matter what problems I had or how bad I felt, everything would be forgotten and disappear when I saw her face. I know everyone says that about their girl, but this one is different. She's mine. I was "the guy who never got the girl". I would spend my nights reading Shakespeare and Rostand to see what those guys had that I didn't. She didn't care about what I read, or what I said to try and impress people. She taught me to just be me. She gave me a whole new world to believe. Even a guiding star to follow. Where is she? That's the reason I'm out here, tonight. You see, she died last Tuesday. The day after Valentine's Day. Yep, Valentine's Day. She was driving home when a car swerved into her lane and sideswiped her. The Doctor's said she died instantly. That she didn't suffer. I wouldn't think she would. God would never let one of his angels suffer. I honestly think she was an angel, sent here just for me to give me hope. Ever since she died, I've come out here every night at nine-fifteen sharp. The same time of our first kiss. It's weird too. I can still feel her holding my hand the way she did when we would just sit and watch the stars, together. I can still smell her perfume. Only one thing has changed, though. That star is now brighter, it shines the same way her eyes did.
Bryan J McKinley
Originally Published Scenes For High School Drama Students