Inspired by the wonderful Hollow series by Jessica Verday and All Time Low's Six Feet Under the Stars.


The wet grass brushed my fingertips as I laid down. I could feel all of the tension in my body release slowly as I sank down.

It was a tradition for us now. I suppose it always had been, ever since the stars had first been in reach on my ceiling.

…No, before that…

My thought was interrupted as I felt something on my cheek. I closed my eyes as the small pressure, gently traced my features. The small gesture was something I had gotten used to, and strangely enough, was still getting used to.


That was enough for me to open my eyes. I was gifted with the sight of two green orbs staring back at me. I couldn't help but to smile.

He repeated my name and I sat up to.

"Come and join me." I told him, reaching for his hand. And I was able to hold it. I pulled him down next to me and then went back to lazing in the grass. I knew he would follow me down.

Silence engulfed the two of us while he appeared next to me in the grass. I turned my head to look at him and smiled once more, my hair fanning out behind me. He reached toward a stray curl that had fell across my face and picked it up. He played with it for a moment, his fingers twirling around it, and then tucked it behind my ear.

Bliss. Love. Happiness.

With no words spoken, a volume being said. We didn't need words to convey what we meant. We had words in the past; we could touch and feel now.

"Astrid, what are you thinking?" The summer breeze lifted the stray lock of black over his eye, a memory of what he had been through. I stopped and rearranged that thought. A memory of what we had been through, a small article that I loved.

I moved myself closer to him so that we were touching and rested my head on his shoulder. He had asked a question that had more than one answer.

What to say?

Instead of answering with words, I picked up his hand and laced my fingers through his. He didn't answer, only smiled and was quiet.

I focused on the stars for a moment. So many different ways to interpret them. So many patterns, beautiful lights from miles away looking as if they were only six feet away. A whole world for the taking, a new life for the making. Death brings new perspective.

A new tradition based on an old one. Star-gazing with the one I loved. We could feel, we could touch; we would have a long time together, many memories from the past, present and the future. Life was for living and in my strange way I was living. I was happy, I was in love, and nothing could possibly beat this feeling. The hurt wasn't all of the way gone, but it was sealed away in the past, where the present had pieced itself together. And he had helped with that.

I turned my head so that I was looking at his face and saw that his gaze had lifted skyward also. I wondered if he remembered when he put the stars on my ceiling, or that his deemed name for me meant star.

I slowly started to rise above him, gaining his attention in the process of doing so. His eyes flashed mischievously but he said nothing. With my finger, I began tracing his features, ones I would never tire of.

After a moment I paused and then slowly dipped downward for a kiss.

Love. Four letters and a lifetime to discover. One that I was happily willing to explore.

I sank back down to my previous spot and shifted my face skyward. I felt an arm snake around me as I settled down for quite some time and silence enveloped us.

I would always be happy here, six feet under the stars.