Head To The River

I crash through the trees and out into my little opening. The river is silent tonight, and the only sound is my rasping breath, worn out from crying.
I climb up onto my rock, lying on my back. It is there, looking dishevelled with my messy hair and pyjamas, that I do what I would normally do here on any normal day.
Count the stars.
Why did I ever bring anyone else here?
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Olivia's notebook is filled with thousands of tally marks from all those nights in which she has spent counting the stars by her favourite river.
She never lets it out of her sight, and her younger brother Alex is determined to find out why.
Olivia only brought her brother to the river once, but she regretted it every day after for as long as she lived.

Follow Olivia on a journey through her time. Her time with her river, her time with her notebook, her time with her brother, her time with her girlfriend.
Her time with her stars.