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A/N: I reread a few of my favorite parts of The Fault in Our Stars by John Green an extremely awesome book to say the least. And after today's episode, especially Nikhat and Humeira, I was overwhelmed with feelings. "The world is not a wish-granting factory," a quote from the book is not used in the same context nor is that specific quote given much importance for the most part yet is the backbone of this OS. I'm rambling now. I can't explain this. I just don't want you to get your hopes up before reading this though. It's what I like to call feel-vomit. And it's pretty short.
The World is Not a Wish Granting Factory
She laid flat on the cool ground. It seemed as though there was nothing between her and the stars as she raised her arms pretending to capture one for herself. The universe wouldn't mind, it had billions for itself, giving her one wouldn't do much damage. But what about the star? Did it want to be trapped in her palm? Would it miss it's unconstrained home, it's place in the universe they shared?
She opened her palm letting it go. It would always be there for her to admire from the roof top.
She still had the zeher Nikhat gave her, it was kept safe in her dupatta with a knot. Without her giving it the power to ruin her, the poison in the bottle was nothing but harmless clear liquid.
Her "little" stunt today... It was one of those moments you wish you could erase. She untied the knot and picked the bottle up in her hands. But moments, good nor bad could be erased, no matter how bad she wished for them to be.
And Ayaan, where could she even begin... She would always love him, however she would hope for nothing in return except the ability to treasure it for as long as she could. He was like that star in the sky, he would always be there, for her to love. And for the first time in a long while, the thought of love, requited or not, gave her a sense satisfaction.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that her wildest dreams were presented to her on a silver platter before she could even open her eyes. But Ayaan was a dream with a heart of its own.
She looked back up at her friend, the special star that would always shine the brightest for her.
"What are you doing?"
It was him. There was a reason she ran up there, and his presence defeated the purpose. She would apologize but there wasn't room for that on the now crowded terrace.
"I was thinking. I think I should do that more often,"
"Your words not mine," he laid down next to her, a foot between them. But it felt close.
"Counting the stars?"
"No, coexisting rather. It's very therapeutic actually." I smiled, "Especially for the weak hearted like me, and not just literally. I mean just look at them, balls of gas that shine so beautifully making us believe they have some kind of wish-granting power,"
"It's not that strange Humeira, of course stars don't have a wish-granting power, but our belief that they do..." he paused trying to piece his thoughts together, "The world isn't a wish granting factory, nor are the stars wish-granting magical balls of gas, and that's because we don't need them to be. We're more powerful than you'd like to think, Humeira Begum,"
She rolled the bottle over to him.
"Well then I wish for a happily ever after, Mr. Ayaan Ahmed Khan," She mocked his moment of philosophy.
He studied the bottle with a chuckle then sat himself up. Picking her hand up off of the ground, he handed it back. With a sure smile he declared, "Granted."
She heard his flipflops click-and-clack all the way down the stairs under her star's light. Resting her head in the safety of her arms, Humeira laid back down, granting her wish.
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Humeira baby please grow a spine and buy a new pair of eyes. There's a lot more to life.
As for me? I'm not here.
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