𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 | Glitters in the Sky

“10…”

That night was just like the other nights she had—cold and gloomy. She peeked outside the window. The stars were shining so brightly, as if they were rejoicing. The sky seemed to be livelier and cheery, but she isn’t.

“9…”

She saw how the dark showed a glimpse of light, how the dark black sky started to mix with a little bit of white. It was as if the glimpse of hope that she has been holding onto showed her another sign that she could enjoy this time of year again like the times back when she was an innocent child.

“8…”

Flashes of light almost blinded her. The high-pitched roar of the glitters blasted out. It was pure white, as if she were heard reminiscing about the innocent days she had way back when, where she would ask her parents what or why they were celebrating.

“7…”

Then there was red. She remembered how she loved and was loved that year. She remembered the people who hurt her and promised to never cross paths with them again. She came to see how that color affected her so much, to the point of overexpressing.

“6…”

When the fireworks slowly faded, she saw a mixture of red and yellow. She then understood why she had been mesmerized by the light that rose in the sky.

“5…”

It was that shine she had been waiting for. The kind of color that troubles and calms her. She looked back at how she faced her own demons and handled her problems with courage and utmost responsibility.

“4…”

Another streak of light showed up. It was what she feared seeing the most: green. Her memory automatically unlocked the box containing the days she had been selfish after years of being selfless.

“3…”

She saw the calming yet dangerous color—at least in her perception. Purple had her choose the people she should associate herself with. It brought out the side of her that she suppresses and explodes at the most unexpected circumstance.

“2…”

After a series of fireworks, she saw the sky clearly; it wasn’t black, it was blue. Sadness slowly crept into her body. She absorbed the negativity. She became one with that scene she had been scared of being in back then—darkness.

“1… Happy New Year!”

The new year arrived without warning. At that point, she wished to be a child once again, to see the lighter version of red—that color that would remind her to be happy. She wanted to feel the enjoyment of celebrating that time of the year. This year, she became an adult, and maybe that played a part in the change of her perception, seeing the fireworks as mere glitters in the sky.

Graphics: Timothy Andrei Milambiling