Scarred Memories

"People are like stars," I say to the curly haired boy in front of me. He breaks his gaze from the black sky that's decorated with shinning stars and looks at me, his face holding complete confusion. "I don't understand what you mean." He replies while keeping his gaze on me, his emerald eyes glistening underneath the stars and moon. I'm pretty sure that his eyes are shinier than the actual stars themselves, if I could I would get lost in them. I tuck a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear and break our eye contact to look at the stars. "It's an astrology thing," I say giving a small laugh at myself and at my obsession with astrology. "When we look up into the sky, we see millions, even billions, of stars." I say as I keep my gaze on them, "Truth is," I continue, "Many of them have died years ago, but they still seem alive as the light years only reach us then."
He looks at me in confusion again and knits his eyebrows together. "That's interesting, but what has that got to do with humans?" He asked.
I take a deep breath before replying, "People look as though they're alive on the outside, but internally they've died many years ago, and by the time people realise this; it's too late." I softly explain to him. He looks at me suprisingly, "That's deep."
I shrug my shoulders and look at him in the eyes again "Only for shallow people."