“It’s a funny story.” she told him.
“I wanted to live. But I was just tired.”
“You’ve made it so far.” he told her.
“I am so very proud.”
She blushed and turned away.
Trying her best to hide her ever growing anxiety.
“I’m sorry, you know.” she whispers.
As she glances up at the night sky, she feels him pulling her closer.
“I’ve changed.” she says.
“I like the change.” he says with a smile. “I like the new you.”
She gets up and heads to the shore.
“But do you know whats funny?”
She kicks the sand.
Debating whether or not to continue.
She sighs as he sits there.
Watching her.
“In many ways, I’m exactly the same.” she admits.
“I am still anxious. Still insecure. Still...”
“Still what?” he inquires.
“Still sad.” she says.
“Everyone is sad sometimes.” he tells her. “Everyone’s anxious. Everyone’s been insecure.”
She sits on the sand, watching the waves crash before her.
“You’re not alone, you know.” he says as he sits beside her.
“Then why must I feel so lonely?” she asks.
“Here.” he puts his arm around her and insists she lay down beside him.
“You see the stars?”
She glances up only to see a single star in the distance.
“You mean the star?”
“Well, yes.” he begins. “But there are others there too. Some we can see, like the one right above us.”
He takes her hand.
“But there are others too. Others just like that one.”
“Where?” she asks.
“All around.”
“Well, I don’t see them.”
“It doesn’t mean they aren’t there. If we lay her long enough, I will prove that much like you, that single star is not alone.”
