The night sky is dark, the stars glistening silver orbs against the black velvet curtain of midnight. She leans up, looking wistfully at what seems so far away.

“Star light, star bright…” She whispers into the air, as her long, dark hair is swept away from her face by the cool breeze.

What do I wish for? She wonders. She knows that wishes do not come true; if only they did. If only wishes did come true…maybe life would be worth living. If only…But they don’t, she reminds herself. They don’t come true.

A tree sways in the wind, a bird begins to stir in his nest. She knows she has precious little time left to be alone here, alone on an old abandoned fire escape. The red metal leaves criss-crossing patterns on her hands, imprinted on her palms. Tears stream down her face.

“I wish that…” she chokes out, not realizing that she is speaking aloud. “I wish that I could go back. I wish that I could change it all.”

The voice of her sister echoes back: “The past cannot be changed, Miranda.”