Nyctophilia

Stars

He sat there, head in his hands. She looked down, wondering if the movement was the shaking of his head, or the shivering of his arms. She kneeled down, and whispered, “It’s gonna be okay.”

His tear strained face looked up, blue eyes cutting through like shattered glass. “I’ve lost all hope,” the wind carried to her ears. He placed his head between his knees and she pursed her lips. “Your light does exist. Your star…it might be light years away, but it exists. Even light takes time. Just because you can’t see it now, it doesn’t mean that it does not exist.”

He looked up to retort, but the light was too bright in his eyes.