She was beautiful.
She stood high above everyone, more stunning than the rest, magnificent and sparkling.
Dressed in silver and gold she was always one of the most dazzling star in the void.
There were many like her, and some were greater, but she is unique for she does something no other star had done before.
This star has cried.
"Stars do not cry!" I hear you say, "They explode! Or something."
However this star is not like other stars precisely because she has cried.
Out in the never ending empty vacuum of space this star is relatively alone. Some stars are close, some stars have friends, other stars to talk to. This star? Well, she had no one.
She did have a nice view though, she often watched the white untwinkling dot she knows as earth. It's refusal to twinkle had always intrigued her and often found herself wondering why, even more she found herself contemplating what could live there, if anything.
This star, after staring at this distant dream for millions of years could not help but fall in love.
She fell in love with earth.
For millions more she loved and longed, she ached to be closer, to see earth clearer. Desperately wishing she could bathe her love in her light to illuminate its heavenly body.
Maybe it was already a light and that's why it shines so brightly? Not even the never ending void of space could dim the light that is earth.
So on one lonely stretch of time the star glimmered, reaching out to her beloved earth. She stretched and flickered and was falling desperate. The kind of desperation where recklessness is inevitable.
In a single moment, one that would change heavenly bodies forever, this one lonely star cried.
Her whole body shook, her light flickering so rapidly and with such intensity the closest star grew worried.
In her screams one tear fell from her.
One isolated tear slipped from the star.
It hurtled, racing through darkness, past stars and asteroids, through the void. If it were to touch earth, if one atom was to reach this distant light all of this would be worth it.
It would be enough.
The tear was shrinking, losing itself in the journey. Smaller and smaller it grew.
At last the tear reaches earth, it reaches its destiny.
The star, seeing that a small part of her reached her dearly beloved, could only smile. It was the brightest smile in all the universe, and she glowed magnificently.
Pain tore through her body and a most piercing scream shot through the galaxy. Stars lightyears away trembled at the sound for it was so sharp and full of pain. The stars were left shaking and for all eternity they were haunted by the desperate ringing. The walls of the universe will always echo her voice in her loneliest moment.
The pain became a distinct burn, it was hot and unimaginable, utterly violent.
Then the beauty came.
The pain was numbed by the marvellous colours. From her heart came flares of purples and blues and yellows, reds and greens, and the sheer white.
The star's heart erupted, bursting with colour. The hurt was ever present, so clear and pointed, but the colours turned it to shadow.
In that moment the star could see itself, see all that it always was, and wondered if her earth could see her now, and if the earth thought she was beautiful too.
After that instant the star was no more.
She was gone.
She knew that it would take time for her body to fade away, but she, as she was, is gone.
Her memory will burn, will be a shining light for her earth. It will be her memory that keeps living, and it will live in colour.
Her colours flourish in the void, but her colours shall dance on earth too. Her most extraordinary achievement, her legacy, will be as the star that touched the earth. She reached out, and for the first time she was welcomed. Her tear is burrowed deep into the earth, and there it shall shift to become a part of the earth she loved so dearly.
But she, a most beautiful star, is gone.
The star that cried.