The stars looked so bright. They danced along the midnight sky, dark clouds passing by, minuscule lights pulsing through the dark. It was so soothing.
They loved looking up at the stars. In that instant, it felt like nothing mattered. It was only their conscience, the stars, and the white noises of the night.
"Do you want to talk tonight?"
It was unfortunate that the serenity of the night had become a cesspool of worries and insecurities. They could still get lost in the beauty of it all, but before long, reality brought them right back, and they could feel it in the pit of their stomach. The grass was soft, the breeze just right, and at first glance, nothing was wrong.
Such was the power of illusions.