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There weren’t words enough for this.

People say words have an impact, that they are concrete and mean things. But nothing could express the anguish in my heart now. I cried so long and so hard that I felt like a leaky faucet. Tears dripped down my cheeks and blurred my vision. I felt like I was watching the world through frosted glass.

All I could do was stare into the sky. What happened when you reached it? Did you see nothing but deep black around you? How did it feel to swing from the crescent that was the moon?

Isn't that what happens when you die? I asked myself.

Don’t you get the chance the plunge into the otherworld, the sky, and live? Does life start when you die?

The more I thought to myself, the more pain filled me. I wanted so badly to comfort him, but every words to which I turned showed a dead end. Nothing could convince him that anything would ever be the same again.

Beyond the moon, a lonely star glittered like diamond. I’d bring it to him if I could.

If only.