59.

The night falls and in the span of fifteen minutes, the sky is so black that I can't see my surroundings at all. The stars start to come out and decorate the pitch blackness. I sit on top of the clock tower, gazing at the sky and the glowing silver dots.

They are beautiful.

Soon enough, my eyes fall on the brightest star of the day. I can't take my eyes off it and my imagination starts playing its tricks on me. It tell me that the star is my brother.

Maxon.

Standing in the midst of a dozen stars. He has made friends, and I am glad. It is not much of a surprise anyway, he had always been good at making friends.

I heave a deep sigh of relief. Thank god, he isn't alone.

With a light smile playing on my lips, I mutter, "Happy brother's day, Maxon."