Prompt idea by littlepetra. :)
Daniel loved to go out at night to watch the stars. It was one of his favorite things to do when he was still fine enough to be outdoors. So after he left me, for months and months I'd do it every single night.
I'd drive until I was far enough from the city, to our favorite spot, and just lie on the roof of the car looking up to the sky. I used to imagine that he was up there, looking down at me.
I remember one night, after an especially hard day, when I was so sad and missed him so much that I couldn't help but crying. That night, I saw a shooting star through my tears. And I wished that, someday, I'd heal from that pain. I wished I would find someone I could love as much as I loved him, someone who'd take care of the wounds his death inflicted on me.
Now, I wish I had never asked for that. Because my wish did come true. But the person who helped my heart to heal is about to break it the very same way he did.