Alternate name: Teenage Angst 

The stars shined brighter when she was around. 

We would go sky-watching on the third night of each month. She would point out the constellations, and I would look for them in her eyes. 

The sun shined brighter too. She explained that it was a star, that all the stars were suns and all the suns were stars. That no matter where you went, no matter when, there would always be a star if you just looked. 

The stars blinked off. 

So did the sun. 

I couldn’t find her eyes. 

I looked and looked, but I couldn’t find my star.