You sat in your backyard with the cool night air kissing your skin, the stars above twinkling just right. You were leaning against her and she had an arm around your waist as she described to you different constellations that she saw or that you asked about. The hours were long into the night and your yawning hadn't gone unnoticed by her, though she would rather stay outside with a tired you than go back into her now seemingly desolate house, father, mother and child all gone and in their place was a house that seemed too quiet regardless of who was inside it. She planted a kiss on the crown of your head and hummed absentmindedly as she moved her hand up from your hip to your shoulder and squeezed your arm occasionally.

She knew it was a bit mean to try and keep you awake when you were so obviously tired but she didn't want to be alone with her thoughts right now. Luck couldn't do much to subdue the anguish and survivors guilt that racked her mind and heart almost constantly, like a buzzing swarm of mosquitoes that couldn't be subdued. Though you helped greatly. Everything seemed quieter with you, she felt less like she was living on borrowed time that was meant for someone else. Like she was spending every second just waiting to die. With you she felt like this time was her's and not that it belonged to someone else. Someone who should have lived while she died. Those thoughts, that cloud of incessant shrill buzzing bugs was quieted for the most part when she was with you. "That one's Boötes." She pointed up to a string of stars that blinked and twinkled in the only black night sky. With you she felt genuinely lucky