PROLOGUE

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There's just something strangely fascinating about the night. The starry sparkles above. The luminous dark blanketing below. The soothing silence. It feels like a lullaby. As though I were a baby again; back in the warm, comforting arms of my mother; away from the chaotic world out there. I wish I could return to the very beginning, be reborn to fix what I've broken. Rather than just sit here in the dark, dreaming and wishing for the impossible. The hushed darkness fleetingly soothing my pain.

Others are terrified of the dark, but I feel safe in it. Unlike during the day, when the sun's up and shining. I feel bare and vulnerable, stripped naked under the light and the heat, as though all eyes are on me; dissecting me like a helpless subject under a microscope. But in the dark, I feel safe, tuck away in the shadows where I can enjoy the cool breeze blowing softly on my skin; content with just the silver moon and the stars my friends, the dark my armor.

So almost every night, here in my safe place, at the roof deck of our old family cafe' under the stars; my warm blanket wrapped around me, I would sit on my old wooden rocking chair, and listen to my favorite playlist on my phone. The soft voice singing to my ears makes me smile, although with sadness and pain in my chest.

"Hey, Superstar..." I whisper, deep longing an endless, heavy pounding ache in my chest as I stretch my hand to the brightest star twinkling down on me, imagining it is the owner of the lovely voice singing to me. "I miss you..."

So much...

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