Just a normal night. Dark, and the stars shone bright. I always loved to watch them. How they winked at me as I would smile up at them. They where windows to Heaven, I think.

These where the nights before we had left. Before we had truly mourned. I was always grateful for the stars.
They gave me hope to carry on. When I felt like dying, I looked up on them for guidance.
And they told me to keep on smiling. To keep on laughing, and loving. And I did as they told me too.

So, I lived every day to what to me seemed the fullest. Alone in my corner. Humming to myself;
"The End of Days" was what it was called I believe... And it held such a lovely tune. So I hummed it.
And it was my favorite song as I lived through each long day and each hard night.

But when the clouds kept the twinkling stars from encouraging me, I looked for the Guild.
Not the stars, of course. They had been blocked by grey rainless clouds. But to the living,
and some what breathing guilder. 5.

It was normally at night. Perhaps at midnight or after. I would have to sneak past the protector and guarder. And would go up to find my friends room. He stayed up in the watch tower most of the time. I felt bad for him. He had to stay up way after everyone was asleep. Poor guy.

But this happened often, that I ran to him and embraced. Tightly clinging to him for dear life. I did not know why I drove my self to do this. I just did.
When the stars would not love me, I know 5 would. On these nights when they did not show, he would keep me close and remind me of how much he and the others really needed me.

How I needed to live on for the sake of them. And despite my despair when the stars hid from me; I smiled. This made him smile with me. Then I would find myself asleep.
My body still entwined over his. On these nights, I found that I did not wake. I did not tremble, or scream. The nightmares left me.

And I thank the creator for my dear friend. He would do anything for me. At least I hoped. Because I would do anything for him. That was for sure.

But when the sun made me flicker back to life, I had to leave. Slipping away from his resting form and silently going back to my corner down within the Thrown room.
I always whispered a "Thank you" before leaving.

But I had never got caught while doing this. 1 nor 8 ever found out. So I was glad.
The morning and separation from the peace of a friends love drove me back into my sane insanity that demanded me to draw.

But the world was still. And life when on. The stars would still keep my hopes up.
But no mere floating jem would ever serpass the comfort the guild gave me.

The love he gave me.
And I smiled;
To know he lived.