When I Wished Upon A Star Novels & Stories

Harmonia was so drunk, and her brain had entered a shutdown mode. She nodded without thinking much about it. Dimas’ laughter deepened. The familiar glint in his eyes sparkled and ignited a light that belonged solely to the young lady. That light was called ‘crush’. A shooting star suddenly streaked across the sky. “A shooting star! Quick, make a wish!” Even though Harmonia’s body was swaying, she raised her hands promptly, intertwining her fingers, her left hand enveloping the right, ready to make a wish. But the next second, she let go of her hands as she shook her head lightly.

I bite my bottom lip when my chin starts to tremble, and my tears stream down my cheeks. I shake my head in disappointment. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

"But this sky rivals it." Anna looked up too, just in time to see a small blaze streak across the sky. Her gasp was involuntary. "A shooting star," Angus whispered, turning to her with a grin. "Ye have tae make a wish." Anna smiled, too. "So do you." He nodded in mock seriousness. "Aye. We both have tae make a wish. It's the only proper thing." She looked back to the stars and sighed. Since Sawyer had died, she'd only had one wish--to be able to take back the angry words that were the last ones she'd spoken to him. When she looked back at Angus, he was watching her carefully.

When I saw a shooting star, I quickly gripped the hem of my shirt, I am wearing simple pyjama pants with a shirt, and I have felt that familiar sensation since childhood whenever I saw a shooting star, my insides always felt so light with a strange feeling that everything is going to be alright soon, even though I don't know why, but somewhere I am feeling that soon everything is going to be just fine, I quickly closed my eyes and joined my hands and started making a wish to star.

We gave names to wishes, to years we couldn’t get back, to the future we didn’t dare imagine. Then it happened. A streak of silver shot across the sky, slicing through the stars like a secret. A shooting star. Lena gasped softly beside me. We both went silent, instinctively making a wish. I didn’t need to think. I wished for everything to make sense. For the storm inside my head to part. For the pieces to click into place. Lena whispered, too faint for me to hear, and I wondered what she had wished for. But something changed in that moment. Maybe in the silence that followed, maybe in the stars that seemed to pulse a little brighter after the streak faded.

My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall as the hands slowly ticked forward, but there was no sign of him returning. The wound burned even though it was the middle of winter. I was sweating from the pain, my body betraying me. Desperate, I reached for my phone, but as soon as I unlocked it, a notification popped up, showing me a new post from Grace. [Stargazing with the Big Guy,] it read, with a picture of them both camping on a mountainside. I let out a bitter laugh. The algorithm sure knew exactly how to twist the knife when I was at my lowest.

The sky was bright and filled with millions of white beads called stars. I sighed while staring at the stars. “I also want to shine, and one more thing; I'm not insane. Why doesn't anyone believe in me? If Eros doesn't believe, it's only natural because we just met, but Sam ... we've been friends for quite long, and he doesn't even believe me?” Patting my forehead hard to wake me up from daydreaming. “Whether someone believes it or not. I'm no longer hallucinating.” I moved from where I was standing, then stepped into the parking lot, waiting for the arrival of the online taxi I ordered earlier. A few moments later, a car approached me.

I stare at my hands and swallow. No. She just tripped. That’s all. That’s all.

I laid there with my eyes closed as all the memories flooded back. It was like seeing my life flash before my eyes. I did not need air anymore, but I felt the need to take a breath. It was a lot to take in. I had a life with Anthony. I was happy. I had friends. I was loved. What more could I have asked for? But I did ask for more… for a life with him. My want had made a dent in our relationship. I was barely around Anthony these past two years. All because I asked too much of him. Then when he grants my wish, after I promised nothing would change how I feel… I deny him. I turned away… all because he loved me enough to tell the truth.

I found myself speaking, the words spilling out before I could stop them. "You know, when I was younger, and my mother was still alive," I began, my voice soft and nostalgic, "I used to wish upon the wishing star every night. It was a small star that twinkled just a little brighter than the rest. My mother would tell me that it had the power to make dreams come true."