IRC-Galleria

There were nights when he would just stare at the infinite stars, looking for the ones that he believed had once shed their light upon his life. He would feel neither sentimental nor hopeful. He'd be doing it more out of habit than out of urge, for he knew that there was no reason behind it, save for a whim he had once experienced.

And thus he continues to this day, on clear nights and on cloudy nights, he occasionally glances up and wonders whether they still shine as they used to.