The stars she now counts for the last time. I weep, unashamed, for her. For the girl who shines so bright that the sun pales in comparison. For the girl who I was helplessly tripping into. For the girl who deserved a happy ending. “Just count the stars, Dena.” I choke out the words, whisper them on the wind that will carry her soul far away from me. “Just count the stars.” I count right along with her. One, two, three… Only, I’m counting down the seconds until I get to see her again. Four, five, six…
