She looked up at the night sky with amusement filled in her eyes remembering how everyone gave up on her, yet the sky didn't.
The sky stayed and listened to her grief, she felt connected as the sky replied with darkness, she felt heard and acknowledged, because the sky wasn't bright it had its own story to tell, so she stayed there all night.
When she shed a tear, the sky shed a tear too but when it did my god it was beautiful it had stars falling apart.
The feeling of loneliness was long gone as in like a hiraeth.The midnight sky became her companion............
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