The night sky was quiet, only the sound of the wind whispered through the trees. A single star shone brighter than the rest, its light cold and distant but familiar. A girl stood beneath it, her eyes searching the sky as if expecting something. A memory flickered in her mind—his laugh, the warmth of his touch, the way his words had once made her feel whole.

It had been years, yet each night, she found herself looking up, as if believing the star would somehow speak to her. And it did, not in words, but in silence. It reminded her of him.

She remembered the days before the accident—when they would walk hand in hand, talking about the future. They had dreams—big ones. Their world was full of color,...