The Book of Randomness

Sunsets

The girl stood, back turned to face the horizon, the line where the Heaven touched Earth, the sky a brilliant shade of orange and red like a defiant flame, only broken by the cluster of smoky white clouds. Her face was set aglow by the last orange rays of the dying sun. Her lips were twitching slightly into a minuscule smile as her hazel curls fell down her back like waves, complimenting her cream skin. The girl’s eyes were a frosty blue, as clear as the sky yet as hard as ice, and behind that frozen sheet of ice, lay murky waters as intense as the sea, swirling with hidden emotions. But those eyes, those cold, cold eyes, were fixated on the warm sun; the bright sun that was slowly descending past the horizon and out of sight. The cloudy sky darkened to an obsidian black, giving into the darkness, and the luminous disc replaced the fiery sun. The stars studded the sky like small diamonds, twinkling with glee as they were finally released from the tangerine orb’s hold.

The moon took reign of the sky once more, warm and bright in its own way. She couldn’t help but smile now, teeth a pearly white. Because although the sun had set, the beautiful day ending, she found the night just as beautiful, if not more. For the blazing sun was surrounded by an equally vivid abyss. But apart from the clouds which come and go, the sky was empty and held no stars brightly. It was alone, outshining others in its golden splendour. Yet the night had the moon, and though the moon was far less intense, and the sky was a dark stygian black, it was littered with so many stars. And personally, she’d rather be like that moon, surrounded by the luminous stars, small yet many and always there. And although the sun always rose the next day, the moon always returned.

Originally she cared less for the beauty of night and day, they were simply a time. Nothing more and nothing less. But now? They were a symbol of hope. Because the sun nor the moon will stop rising. The stars will always be there. Time will pass steadily, the cycle will continue just as life carries on each day. And so she too will endure whatever life may toss at her. Because she has her friends with her, just as the stars to the moon, there to guide her on her way and keep her on the right track if she ever were to stray. And to think, it only took her a sign from her friend saying “We care too. We’ll support you. After all, that’s what friends do.” Yes, her life has changed for the better. Her gaze lowered to the sea, glancing to the rippling waves as they crashed across the soft sand before retreating and lashing out once more, again and again, a rhythmic soothing sound in its own way. She’d let out a light laugh before turning and walking away.