Give It to Me

I want my name back. The star said so.
If there is only one wish left to be granted, then I just want my name back.

On that star, no creatures lived—not people, cats, dogs, tigers, wolves, or rabbits.
It had nothing—no water, no light, no fire, no soil, no wind.
There was nothing to enjoy, no music, no paintings, no dancing, no sports.

Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything.

Because it had given it all away when the star next to it, which was hundreds of times larger, asked for it.

Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me.

“Hey, give me that name.”
After saying that, the neighboring star made friends with other stars and didn't even look back at the star that had lost its name.

The star that lost its name had even lost its tears.
However, memories cannot be lost. They are the only thing you cannot give away.

Just once, let a gentle memory warm its heart.
A great tree surrounded by stars, tucked away in a corner of its memory. It stands majestically on the neighboring star, just as it did in the past and does now.
When that great tree counted the stars, it called out each of their names. It called my name, too. Many times, for many years, for many centuries.
But that name became the name of the neighboring star. And then, it was thrown away somewhere. When it thought it would never be called again, something hot welled up from the center of the star.

An eruption.

The star that lost its name fell silent for a while.

The neighboring star glanced at the silent, nameless star.
It had no interest in a star that possessed nothing. After all, there was nothing left.

That is what it thought, at least.

It was sudden. Or perhaps, it had been moving little by little. A singing voice could be heard from the nameless star.
It was a voice, a resonance, that one would want from the bottom of their heart.

Want, want, want, want, want.

The neighboring star began to speak again. But it would not give it away anymore.
I will never give away what is precious to me ever again.
A promise to never meet again was unilaterally made, and the star that had lost its name departed to the far reaches of space.

If the |Star-Wanting Star| appears, you don't have to say anything. You don't have to listen.
You do not need to have your precious things taken away.

I am participating in Mikan Katagiri's #3 Topics for Imaginative Inspiration [Vol. 35] ✨

Topics: “A promise to never meet again,” “If there is only one wish left to be granted,” “The star that lost its name,” and an illustration of a great tree surrounded by stars

Afterword

Thank you for reading!

I used the decorative bars by Marumori Happa ✨
This is my healing spot ☺️

I share things I've felt or experienced in my daily life as stories.
See you again soon (^^)