Whilst everyone else was sleeping, she would sit on the floor; alone in the dark, blinds fully open – with the starry sky staring right at her. There was something so magical about how all the stars would come together to light up the pitch black sky. As though they were celebrating, celebrating the fact that she had survived another day.
Every night she would patiently wait for him to come visit and he always did, never letting her down. The only witness to her tears, her conversations, her thoughts. Always keeping her secrets safe. He’d stay the whole night, as if he knew she was in desperate need of his light.