Gazing At The Stars Novels & Stories

-- Grizelda -- The night was wasting away and yet sleep hadn't come. I pushed the chair in the room next to the window and sat on it, staring out and above into the sky, staring at the stars. I wondered if I stared at them long enough and tried to count them, then it would make me tired and have heavy eyes that would make me eventually willing to fall asleep.

Have a good trip Unintentionally, a small sigh escapes me, because I can't help but look at the sky. How beautiful the stars are, I envy their brightness because it's so wonderful to have that and to have your life be like the shine of that star. I take a deep breath, then let out a sigh and continue to gaze at the sky illuminated by stars and the beautiful moon.

Eden's gaze flicked towards her, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with a hint of interest as he took in her awestruck expression. Eden's eyes sparkled with a hint of enthusiasm as he gazed up at the starry sky. "The stars are much larger than the moon, you know?" he said, his smooth voice a gentle breeze on the quiet night air. Pearl's bright blue eyes widened with interest as she turned to him, her slender fingers brushing against her hair.

he asked, eyes drifting back to the stars. “Y-yes,” she managed, her voice raspier than intended. She was so aware of him. Every nerve heightened and alive, it felt as though the rest of the world ceased to exist. Forcing herself to stay present, she cleared her throat. “Sometimes, I go out just to gaze at the stars.” “It’s calming. Freeing,” he said, his eyes tracing the constellations. “And when you free your mind, letting go of idle thoughts, and simply follow the stars with your eyes, you get lost in their beauty. It’s mesmerizing.”

She sat herself back against the body of the tree and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she seized this moment to rest. Amidst the overwhelming mixture of emotions, Rowan leaned her head back and gazed up at the sky. For the first time in days, the clouds had all but dissipated and the nighttime sky was illuminated by the stars in the heavens. Rowan’s eyes were locked on their beauty; despite the terrible things that happened recently, the stars shone elegantly with a distant brilliance, as though they had transcended beyond all the darkness of this world.

There was a big patch of land with uneven grass and weeds while the place looked like no one came here often and it looked spooky. "Why am I here? There are hardly any trees let alone any people. What are we--- " "Look up," He cut me off and I crossed my arms. "Why?" "Stop asking questions and look up," he said tartly, definitely sounding irritated. I looked up to where Noah was pointing and I could see innumerable, shinning stars adorning the dark sky, like the sky was proving shelter to them. The countless, sparkling and glittering stars seemed like they were dancing in mirth, one turning dim while the other getting bright.

I trace the constellations of the night sky, mapping his face among the stars like an obsessed astronomer. My heaving chest slowly settles. Eyes growing heavy, I drift to the feeling of being watched.

My gaze followed, and that’s when I saw it—the sky. I’ve seen plenty of nights before, but I’ve never seen anything like this. The sky stretched out before me, vast and endless, filled with an incredible number of stars. It felt like a painting, the kind you see in a museum, only this was real, alive. The stars shone with an intensity that made everything else fade into the background. There were so many of them, scattered like diamonds on a velvet canvas. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer beauty of it.

It's nice since I can get a better view of the misty night sky looking down on me. I guess I can take a seat from the nearest couch, facing the window. Stars glow the sky like snowflakes in the dusk, yet appear still, like an expensive canva. I chuckled at myself as I enjoyed seeing the stars gliding and darting. Subconsciously, I started counting them. "One, Two, Three, Four, Five!" At that moment, I saw a promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth blossomed from the cold. Later on, I saw a shooting star, and I spouted out joyfully, "Look, make a wish, __--!"

And looking at Callan in his black well-fitted tuxedo, I couldn’t help but feel awed. “You look beautiful like the evening,” Callan whispered as he tucked a small strand of my hair behind my ear. I looked up at the sky and saw millions of stars blinking. They said these so-called stars were only balls of gasses thousands of light years away. Yet despite that truth, it feels rather good to settle with the fact that right where I was standing, they were cute blinking little things that warmed my heart with their beauty and symbolism. That no matter how dark the sky would be…. something still lights it up. The moon and the stars.