Meteor's Wish (II)

The friendship between the young man and the stars continued in this way, melting in countless quiet nights, floating in a cool breeze, and every night the young man's journey home became a moment that both he and the stars looked forward to. Unfortunately, outside of this brief reunion, life did not follow to become better. The increasingly heavy workload makes it difficult for the young man to catch his breath, the initial dream gradually farther and farther away from him as if the wind can not catch. As for the stars, they are in the cycle of boring nights, spying one beautiful dream after another into pieces - those dreams in the whole city into a deep sleep when the sprouted flowers, but before the real fruit has withered and died. And the owner of the dreams is countless young people like its friends. The stars began to realize that the sky and the earth are alike, the sky itself and the other stars that follow a set trajectory every day, and the earth's friends and those countless young people whose dreams are swallowed by the darkness, no matter how many times the day and night at hand are repeated, they are always the same. The star-studded night sky is a boundless net, invisible gravity nailed each star in its place, with no hope of freedom. The young man noticed the dimming of the stars recently, but he did not ask the reason. He knew in his heart that he and his star friend were suffering from the same pain and that talking to each other would not make the torment any less. In the next period, the young man walked home every night in silence, without the jokes of the past. He and the stars, can not even find any joy to share. *** Late one night, no, it was close to dawn, the young man came out of the office building, walking in the cold and clear streets. In the light of the day, it was hard for him to even find where his star friend was. "Here I am." A familiar voice rang out, a little aggravated and frustrated. "Been waiting for you for a long time." "There was just too much work to do last night." The young man's expression was thick with fatigue. "I'm sorry." "Don't want to hear sorry." Star's voice was muffled, like a mortal with a blocked nose when he has a cold, "I've had a bad enough night already, I don't want to hear apologies now, just happy things." "Hmm." The young man thought for a moment and gave a proper reply. "It's good to see you." Star wavered and soon smiled, "Me too." After that, the road was very cordial, the kind of cordial that does not require anyone to say anything but does not feel cold. When the road is almost finished, the young man looked at the stars about to be completely drowned by the early morning dawn, suddenly opened his mouth, and asked: "If a star does not want to be a star, what will happen?" "It would become a shooting star." The star replied. "Run away from the sky." "And then what?" "I don't know about that." There was a bit of timidity hidden in the star's answer. "No star that turns into a shooting star ever comes back, and no one knows the answer until it turns into a shooting star." And the confused unknown is often something even more frightening than the pain of certainty. So both mortals and stars will always choose to endure, choose to escape, preferring to repeat the pain of the known over and over again rather than take a step toward the road ahead where they cannot see the direction. "It shouldn't be like this." The young man frowned, "If you don't try, you'll never know the answer." Star stared at him blankly. "You once worked very hard to help me light the way ahead." The young man's furrowed brow stretched, revealing a smile of certainty, "This time, I'll try it instead." Then the star finally made up its mind to stop being a star. It wanted to end its unchanging life, to leave the sky completely, to find what it wanted to do.