A Sky Without Moon

Chapter 6: Stars That Never Shine

Hope, like stars, is supposed to light up the darkest nights. But in my sky, those stars never appeared. Each night, I searched for them, thinking that maybe, just maybe, this would be the time I'd find some glimmer of hope, some promise of relief. But the sky remained empty, a vast stretch of blackness where light had once lived. It was fitting, I supposed, that my world would mirror the emptiness inside me - no stars, no moon, just an endless void.

I used to believe in the idea that time heals. That eventually, the pain softens, the edges blur, and the light returns. But the days had turned into months, and still, the darkness clung to me, refusing to let go. Hope felt like a distant dream - something I could barely remember, let alone believe in. The stars that were meant to guide me out of this grief had vanished long ago, leaving me to navigate the night on my own.

I would look up at the sky sometimes, searching for something - anything - that might break through the darkness. But it was always the same: nothingness. It was as if the universe had turned its back on me, offering no comfort, no answers. Just silence and shadows.

There had been a time when I thought she could be my star. The one person who could guide me through the night, who could fill the empty spaces left behind by loss. But I had pushed her away, afraid that she, too, would disappear like the others. I didn't want to lose her, so I made the choice for her. It was easier that way, or so I told myself. But now, as I stood alone beneath the starless sky, I realized how wrong I had been.

In pushing her away, I had extinguished the one light I had left. I had created my own darkness, and now I had to live in it. The weight of that realization hit me like a wave, crashing over me with such force that it left me gasping for air. The stars that never shone were a reflection of the hope I had lost, the love I had let slip through my fingers.

I wished I could go back, undo the mistakes I had made. But time only moves in one direction, and I was left standing in the wreckage of my choices, staring up at a sky that refused to shine.

The nights were the hardest. During the day, I could distract myself with the mundane tasks of life, but when the darkness fell, there was nothing left to hide behind. I was alone with my thoughts, with the memories of what could have been, and the crushing weight of regret. The silence of the night pressed in on me, a reminder of everything I had lost, of the stars that would never shine again.

Sometimes, I wondered if I would ever see light again. If there was even a chance that hope could return to this barren sky. But those thoughts were fleeting, quickly replaced by the overwhelming certainty that this was it - this was my life now. A sky without stars. A heart without hope.

The stars had betrayed me, or maybe I had betrayed myself. Either way, the result was the same: a life lived in darkness, with no light to guide me forward.