I wish i could tell you that I agreed with you when you told me that you enjoyed watching all the constellations die. Slowly falling, like twinkling dust on the horizon. I couldn’t help but feel a great crushing loneliness as every star snuffed out.
You laughed (laughed!) as it happened, turned it into a drinking game which made the event more entertaining for you as it went. But maybe what had started as a game was just your way of coping and laughing was your was of covering up what should be an obvious feeling of dread. Where I cried, you laughed.
On the horizon stars continued to twinkle away and the sky grew darker every moment.