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 Dying alone has never been so painful. The heart monitor beeps monotonously and the steady whirring of fluorescent lights lulls to sleep the only soul in the room.

 I miss my mom.

 The universe said goodbye.

A deep hum emits from everywhere and nowhere, soon interrupted by a burst of heat and pressure. The universe said welcome. The North Star never shined so brightly as it did that night.

 The universe said it must watch over the Earth; that it was time for the North Star to serve her time as the watching eye.

 “But why should I?” cried the star. She had known nothing but misery and exile. “I have no one but my own loneliness. How can I watch over those who could not watch over me?”

 The universe said that to love is a gift, everyone is full of it for both themselves and others. The universe said she’s never been alone. She had always been loved, the entire time, because she had been full of it; this is an undeniable truth.

 So the North Star watched.

 And watched.

 And watched.

 And the North Star grew fond of the Earth inhabitants. Centuries passed and she learned to love. The North Star watched generations and generations of families grow and expand their trees of life, feeling great honor to have known those who established the roots. She grew to love the childlike wonder inside each person and learned the undeniable truth she had missed this whole time.

 The universe said it’s time to go.

 “I don’t want to go,” cried the North Star. “I’ve finally learned to love.”

 The universe smiled. “I love you,” she replied in a whisper.

 A powerful and luminous eruption overcomes the North Star, yet she feels no pain. A warm sensation overpowers the harsh explosion, akin to the fuzzy warmth of parental love. A bright white light appears to the star and reaches out for an embrace.

“It’s a girl!”

I wrote this piece for a flash fiction writing contest at my school, ill update if I won or not