The day she was born the sky was dark and loud. No light was to be seen, not a single star. As if the clouds tried to stop the moon from seeing her. Looking at the sky her grandmother called her a child of bad luck and darkness.
The day she ran out of the house after a fight with her parents the sky was dark. But this time the stars shone bright and the moon watched over her, trying to comfort her and wipe her tears away. Trying to tell her that she wasn’t the bad and ungrateful child everyone called her.
The day her best friend left her the sky was dark. Only the stars shining, trying to tell her everything was going to be okay. The moon giving her light to guide her home and comfort her. And as soon as she disappeared in the house the sky started to cry for her.
The day she couldn’t take it anymore the sky was dark. No light to be seen. As if the clouds didn’t want the moon and stars to see her like this. As if they could hear her heart stop and her soul disappear. In hindsight it was a sad thought that the clouds in the sky cared more about her death than her own family ever would.
The day they buried her the sky was dark. The only light the moon and the stars waiting for her. When she finally joined them up there in the sky they welcomed her with open arms.