Simple thoughts

Lost under the stars

I met up with her again after the accident. She was sitting on the bench, staring into space. Or perhaps she was looking at the stars. She'd always loved stars. Her usual crazy demeanor was gone, replaced with a solemn, or sad attitude. She shifted her eyes, her gaze landing on me. She moved her mouth silently. "Why? It's not fair." I read. "It's okay, you'll be okay, I promise." I replied, grabbing her hand. Tears flowed freely, and she smiled through them. She'll be okay, definitely. I know it.