I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night

Sky has always been a social outcast, as well as a night owl. The only comfort she found was in her art and the night sky. Stars danced in her dreams, planets swirled into formation from her paint, and the man in the moon was her only friend. She was content in her life, until one particularly awful day that pushes her to the limit. Broken and sobbing in her bedroom floor, Sky believes she is all alone in the world. Until a pair of warm strong arms wrap around her from behind, and she comes face to face with Uri.