Every Night That The Stars Shine

They used to look up at the night sky together. They used to lay down on a blanket, their limbs tangled like those of trees. They used to share their secrets. They used to talk in soft voices. They had used to point out the constellations that they knew to each other.

They had used to do a lot of things.

One night, he had spoken in the soft tones that they would use under the black velvet of the summer night sky, as if their sharp voices could cut through the fabric. "Just promise me you'll think of me, every time you look up in the sky and see a star," he had said.

That was why, tonight, as she looked up at the sky and saw the stars, she thought of him.

She remembered the moments after that, in which she had turned up to look at him, and made a promise. "I will think of you, every night that the stars shine."