3: Stars

When you woke up, the car was moving. You still felt tired but you stayed awake. You still felt sad but you felt safe. John was driving in silence.


"Um, where are we going?" You asked.


"Somewhere you can feel better," he said, glancing over and smiling.


"Oh," you said, thinking about your mum's situation.


"Don't worry, Evelyn messaged me just now," he explained, as if he were reading your mind. "I told him you were with me. She told me to tell you that the funeral has already been arranged. It's tomorrow. Umm.. If you'd like to invite anybody -"


"No, thank you," you interrupted softly. "We don't know a lot of people, and I'd want to keep it that way."


"Oh."


"But you can come, if you want.." your voice trailed off, hoping he could. You didn't want to feel alone at the funeral.


"I'll think about it," he said, staring ahead at the road as the speed grew faster.


The car stopped by a hill. It was empty and cold as you stepped out of his car, but somehow the place did not feel eerie at all.


He took your hand casually and walked over to a patch of grass on top on the hill. He sat down with you, your hands still together.


"Look," he smiled, pointing at the stars. "They're always brighter from here." He looked at you. "I like to come here when I feel distressed because the wind feels so breezy here. It's also cold."


You nodded, looking up at the sky. The stars twinkled at you, as if comforting you. You smiled at them.


"I'll come with you." John was still looking at you.


"Huh?" You turned to him with a puzzled expression on your face.


"I'll come with you tomorrow," he said softly.


"Oh." You nodded.


He put his arm around you and rubbed your right arm up and down, as if comforting you and telling you that its going to be okay.


Your clothes were still damp, but not dripping wet. John had rolled down the windows when you were asleep.


You just sighed as the cold, breezy wind blew against your faces.


Somehow, you felt warm inside.

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