I only realised that something was wrong when you stopped laughing. I only realised what was wrong when I turned to see what you were looking at.
Headlights.
Flight.
The crunch of bone on tarmac.
Both times were the same, but I only realised that later.
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That week had been amazing. Hundreds of us had gone out into communities to clean streets, tidy gardens, help people in whatever way we could. You always had a smile on your face as we worked, and would laugh when people came over to ask how much we were being paid to do all this, you said their expressions were your favourite part.
"Oh no, nothing. You see, we paid to come out here!"
I think it was one of the last nights. We'd gone, you, me and a group of others to that little hill near the camp-site, leaving the bright-lights and hypnotic music of the marquees below for the cool quietness. The others had all sat at the summit in prayer, I don't know why you didn't join them, instead lying out on the damp grass, and laughing softly to yourself.
"What's so funny?" I'd asked, sitting next to you.
"Look up."
I did, but all I could see were the stars.
"Exactly, see how many of them there are!"
It was true. We'd spent our lives in towns and cities where the sight of the sky was always covered by the dull orange haze. I lay down next to you and tried to see what you did, but I still think that I must have been missing something. All I could see were a bunch of stars, but you looked so elated that there must have been something else out there.
"It's that one!" you exclaimed suddenly and leapt to your feet, curling onto your tip-toes with your arms reached high. "It's my star!"
"Your star? Since when?"
"Just now. It's my star. I know it."
"What's it called?"
"Dunno!" You laughed, and began jumping up and down, trying to snatch it up within your fingers.
After a while you stopped.
"I think I'd like to die like this."
That had me sat upright like a bolt. "Why?"
"Because-"
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Sirens. Blue lights.
We were both lying side by side, faces to the night skies. Arms twisted, skull smashed. A paramedic slowly peeled me off and loaded me onto a trolly (fracturedarmslegsheadwoundneedsstictches) while others rushed around you (canyouhearmewhatsyournamewheredoesithurt) and all you did was smile and say
"Chara." (isthathernamecanyouhearusdontfallasleeppleasestayawakelistentome)
I called out your name, but there was no reply. You closed your eyes. (pleasestayawakeshouldwestartcprbeginonetwothreefour)
You were still smiling,
Even when you were pronounced.
Lying on the tarmac with your face to the stars.
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Chara, (Beta CVn) the second star in the constellation 'The Hunting Dogs' (CVn Canum Venaticorum)
Chara, it means' joy'. Seems fitting, I can't remember a time I saw you without a smile on your face.
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"I think I'd like to die like this." She smiled, leaping into the air to try and catch a star.
"Why?" He asked, sitting upright in surprise.
"Because I can't think on any other time that I've been so happy."
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