Prologue
She fell in love once. And she got broken every time she tried to find a way. So she stopped, stopped having hope for the light of the day. She let herself drift completely into darkness and then met the night itself...
And it would be too meaningless to call it love because it was so much more,
so much that now she finds her light in the night with stars that it carries with itself. And she couldn't be more thankful.