The stars in the night twinkled with bright hope. The blue horizon muffled by the smoke rising from Dess' mouth became a comforting rhythm for your life. You two sat at the Hometown Cemetery, on the grass, looking up into the night sky. The orange leaves from the trees around fluttered with every breeze.

Your best friend seems as mesmerized by the sky as you. She seems rather solemn tonight.

"Did the night sky always look this beautiful?" Her hazel eyes sparkled with starlight. "Wish I could be alone with you more often. Thanks for comin' tonight, means a lot."

She smiles, taking the cigarette out of her mouth.