The night sky was scattered with a thousand silver stars, their glow spilling gently over the silent hilltop. A soft breeze whispered through the grass. She stood there, gazing upward, her voice barely louder than the wind.
"He once told me… I'm with you in those stars."
Her eyes glistened, reflecting the constellations above.
"That's why I come here every night… to talk to him."
From behind, a young girl's voice broke the stillness.
"But… don't you ever sleep?"
She smiled faintly, the kind of smile that carried both love and sorrow.
"I don't sleep… because I'm not alive."
Her voice thinned into the air. "I followed him… some time after he left this world."
The girl's eyes widened — but before she could speak, the woman's figure began to fade, scattering like mist into the starlight… until there was nothing left but the whisper of her last words.