It was pitch black, only the stars to light the sky. The young woman, carrying a small torch for light, was clad in a dark black gown that flowed down to the bottom of her shoes. It was of simple design, but reviled quite a bit of her chest. Her arms were wrapped in fishnet gloves.
None of her pets were with her, they were all tucked in at the stables, and her restlessness had caused her to walk a long way to be here. She sat down on a small cliff and looked around into the darkness, then took down her short black and red pig-tails, blew out the torch, and lie down looking up at the stars.
She could hardly contain the loneliness she felt in her heart, and the tears started to pour out of her hazel eyes and down her pale face. She couldn't help but let her mind drift to all those happy couples, to all that she would never have. How she wished for just one kiss, just one "I love you", just one hug.
Her tears made her tired, and she fell asleep beneath the dark and starfilled sky.