Cheap Imitations

The night is cold and dismal and lonely, even the moon refuses to show its face, taking refuge behind a thick veil of clouds.

If she had to choose between the bite of the cold or the sting of the song stuck in her head, she would gladly take the night and all its cruelty.

Someone's thinking of me,
and loving me tonight.

And for a brief moment, she wonders if the song still means as much as it did years ago, when she was a little girl, playing pretend with the best friend she ever could have asked for. That boy, the one with the bright blue eyes and wild imagination had been too good to be true. The boy that meant the world to her and never asked for anything in return except for a smile.

The one that vanished without a trace, and it was all her fault.

There's a star in the distance, and she remembers wishing with him. Wishing for silly, childish things; like to be together forever and never let a single thing come between them.

It was a shame neither considered growing up to be one of those things that could have split them apart.

She entertains the thought of making a wish,to see him again, because even if she will never admit it out loud, she does miss him terribly. Sighing, she shakes her head and tells herself “no” – because wishes don't come true, anyway.

Especially not on stars hung up in sleeping trees, made of blue Christmas lights.