As Lucile lay on the pine-needle covered forest floor, she stared up into the dark sky. The moon was full and shining bright.

Why do people compare natural things to humans? Lucile thought to herself, The moon has no face, the moon is just itself. The moon shone like a star, with the seemingly tiny actual stars followed him wherever he went.

Lucile had always loved the sky. It was so pure, so clear. She knew it was weird, but she had always wanted to be a star. Not a rich, famous egotistical pop-star, but a star. A ball of hot fiery gas that shines bright at night and plays unseen in the suns' rays of light. That way she could play a game of hide and seek with her problems, hiding away at night, whilst her problems pranced around. Only to reappear at night, shining bright, to play whilst her problems slept. Yeah, she knew. Weird.

Lucile heard footsteps crunching on the ground from the distance, but she kept her gaze steady into the sky. The footsteps stopped when they discovered Lucile's clearing. They started up again as the figure moves to lie besides Lucile.

The pair lay in silence, whilst their hands slowly found each other; fingers intertwined.

"I'm sorry."

A/N: Hi, so I was at school the other day. Working on the yearbook, and I was bored so I was drawing a moon. And my friend (LynnScythe (look up her awesome story!))said to me, 'Write something.' And this is what I got. Short, confusing and kinda weird. Thought should put up anyway. So tell me what you think. Um, yeah. Thanks!