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andrya's pov

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i noticed her sitting by their roof again, just like how i am. and I'm comforted by the idea that maybe i'm not alone in this world, that maybe she's also someone out here, have thoughts swirling in her head and have a life that's not so precious at all.

"andrya!" i looked at the other roof and as soon as I look at her, i knew she had a question to ask.
"hm?"
"what makes you go out and up there every night?"
"the nightsky."

the nightsky and everything that comes with it; the moon, the stars, the mood, the view.

the nightsky and everything that vanishes along with it; the light, the grudges, the pain, the tears.