Staring at the stars, so beautiful, so many twinkling bright and sweet. The moon glowing with a radiance, beyond all else. The night was her favorite time. It was dark, and though she used to fear it- it was always surrounding her so now it was a comfort. Rather than be in daylight blinded and exposed, in darkness you were safe, hidden. Every night, wishing on every star that shone. Picking out the few constellations she knew, it was comforting. It was perfect when it was a warm night. Her deep brown eyes behind her glasses absorbed the sight, as she runs her fingers through her deep dark brown hair.
Everybody was gone. They had left to do other things. Aniuaui hated being alone- but when she felt the heavy feeling- that always seemed to come- that was all she wanted. People only cluttered your life. They don't listen. They only care about themselves being heard. That was an absolute truth. If she had to choose between having one day her own family- or choose between living long in you