The brightness of the stars overwhelmed the night’s sky. The air was so tense that night, the only thing keeping me outside was her in my arms. Father always told me she was an angel. The shingles of the roof retained the suns heat well in to the night wale the blanket spread over us helped to keep the heat trapped between us. She always had something to tell me, something to make me laugh, something to make me smile, we would gaze at the stars and name them as if they where our own, because to us they where our own. Tonight I’m on that same roof, but this time I’m up here solo, the shingles feel so cold… As if someone had used that roof to melt ice. The blanket that was once so comforting felt like a fishnet that any fish could escape. The clouds where so thick that I couldn’t see the stars, but even if I could see them, I couldn’t name them without her…