By Sherry T.

There she is, sitting on her doorsteps, trying to hold back her tears. There she is, burying her head in her arms, trying to get him out of her mind. It has been one, two, or three weeks like this – she just can’t remember. All she can do was thinking about him, him, and him. All her world was made out of was him, that stupid boy who left her all alone. All that she can think about is that night – when all he said was goodbye.

And she cried. She used to be the prettiest girl in the school, but that was when she was with him. She had beautiful blonde hair, with gray eyes, and everything was perfect about her. But that was what used to be. Now even she thought she was the ugliest person in the world. Who else can help? She was thinking, counting the stars in the skies, until someone appeared in her sight.

“Hey, beautiful girl. You look miserable, what’s going on?” A perfect and cute boy walked close.

She could never imagine this happening. As he got closer and closer, she got to see him better. He was the combination of beautiful and handsome. He had short hair, but his bangs were strangely long, covering his right eye. His hair was black, though his eyes were a shade of light brown, and she can see a twinkle coming from them. His cheekbone was noticeably high.  That day, he was wearing a black hoodie with white strips. No one knows why, but she was wearing a white hoodie with black strips. Maybe that is what people call “fate”.

“What’s your name?”

She heard it. The moment the words hit her eardrums, her heartbeats went a million miles per hour. Her face grew red, she murmured:

“Madison. Madison Brown. You can call me Maddie.” At that moment, for once she wished her name sounded better.

“Hi. I’m Andrew Jackson. So, can you tell me what is going on? Can I help?”

Her face was red like an apple now.  She could even hear her heart pounding on her chest. She told him everything. She started to cry again. But this time, harder. Andrew saw her crying like a child who just got lost, like a child who just got separated from her mother. He stared at her. Long enough for him to realize that she was everything he wanted. He wanted Maddie to be his. And he took her in his arms. He waited for her to calm down, and pointed to the sky:

“Look. Fireflies.”

Maddie looked up, still lying in his arms. She saw fireflies flying around in the sky. She could even see the reflection of the fireflies in his eyes. Then she realized she was in his arms all the time. She tried to sit up. He held her tighter.

“Don’t move. I might not see you again after tonight. Let’s stay like this… At least for me?”

She stayed still. They stared at the fireflies. Everything was so quiet when his voice broke the silence. He whispered something in her ear. Then he left.

She watched him walking away, knowing that she might never see him again. She suddenly felt a stab in her heart. Nothing has hurt that much before. She just isn’t smart enough to realize. Then she heard a chirp. Then another.

She woke up in her bed and stopped the alarm. She stretched and sat there staring into space. She looked out of the window as usual, But this time she saw two cars, and two boys. One of them… Was him. And she looked at the other one. Short hair with long bangs, covering his right eye. He seems to love light brown, as his sunglasses are light brown also. When she stared down at him, he looked up. She slipped on her clothes, ran downstairs, smashed the door open, and dashed to him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, as he puts his arms around her waist. She whispered:


And he said the exact same thing, which he had said in her “dreams”…

“I love you.”

“Me too.”

There was the sound of a car starting, and it disappeared with a cloud of dust.

She saw the reflection from his left eye. The firefly they named “Dummy” was flying around and around. That night was like a dream. Or was she awake? No one knows. She repeated what he said again and again in her head, what he said that saved her from falling into too many pieces.

She wasted time with him that day. They went around the city. She recorded his laugh in her head, and every time she felt let down, she promised to herself, she would play it over and over again. And the sun hid behind the hills. And they sat on the doorsteps. And he whispered to her,

“Look. Fireflies.”

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