The rain poured heavily out on the poorly lit streets as I stared out of the attic window, a cup of tea in my hand. “What are you doing?” he asked me, noticing my abnormal silence. “Counting,” “What are you counting?” “Stars,” I managed to say before a tear slipped down my cheek as I took a shaky breath. “How many did you get to?” he questioned quietly. “Seven,” “That’s our star then, the seventh star,”All Rights Reserved