Once in his early years, he would always spend his night with the sky. His childlike mind couldn't help but gleam in amazement seeing tiny dots of light hanging on the curtain of night. To frequently, the night he spent was with the presence of cold and starvation, all alone in the dusty attic he called his room. And because of that, the sky became his only consolement, he liked all the types skies but only some were his favourite.

He would wake up before the crack of dawn, when light was breaking it's way from the horizon, that sight was a medal, a reward for living another day. And at dusk, he would watch the sunset as the colors of the sky fought each other, trying to take the sky for themselves, red would win momentarily and blue would always take back the sky into it's clutches, but sometimes they would get in terms with one another and paint the sky in a lovely shade of purple. But out of all, he love the night sky, the black inky canvas that spreads his eyes could not see,-sometimes black, sometimes dark blue- and what lies in it, was a spiderweb (tangling and intermingling with one another) with the moon in the middle, it's large craters became the eyes of a large spider, and the stars that was caught in it's trap were fresh dew, like the ones after a drizzle.

He would always close his eyes in the embrace of darkness, listening to the songs of the stars. For if they have voices, surely they would sing stories of kings and servants, of knights and dragons and of princesses and stepmothers. And their story must have been interesting since they have witness the creation and destruction of mankind, of leading nation and crumbling kingdoms and spectacular events that have made humanity into this.

And just like how all the stars sing, other objects in the universe must have their own song too. And together, a galaxy was a symphony and the universe was an orchestra. For the universe will sing to those who are willing to listen.

The sky was his guardian as he was the child of the stars.

And he have prove to evaluate his existence, his left hand that most people call deformed lies a star in it, a green jewel. Sometimes it would shine in a blinding white just like the stars above, and it would always hum a faint glow. And because of that, he couldn't help but imagine that he was a fallen star or was gifted a star once upon a time or a thief that manage to stole one of the many lights in the sky. It was simply childish musing, to pass his time as boredom kept crawling onto him like a shadow.

A child is not suppose to be bored and yet here he was, starring at the night sky. Also being locked in a dusty attic that no one would dare come into, while all the others were downstairs. Laughing, playing, talking, bonding, all the thing he was not allowed to and was not supposed to do. 'Today is a celebration' The matron had told him earlier before locking the entry to the attic, 'If you act like a good boy then maybe I would give you leftover food tommorow'. And with that promise, he was alone again, the entryway to the rest of civilization cut off from him.

"You must be lonely," He said, addressing to the stars above. But if they heard it, they did not answered. The stars must be so lonely as they were too far away from each other, and because of that they are too busy reaching out for companions, for friends until they have no time to listen to the others invitation. For surely, the stars are to busy calling for the world to the point that they did not notice the world reaching towards them.

"I'll never leave you," He continued, knowing full well it would never reach them as his voice was soft and the stars are too far away. But even so, he would still continue to hear them sing even if they could not hear his, such a faithful companion he was!

His eyelids fluttered open, not realizing it was close in the first place. The night air was always cold and fresh to breathe, but now, it was amplified by the winters cold making the air around him freezing. And even so, he would not close his window so that he could get the clear view of the sky. The winter might be cold and hellish to live in without proper attire, but it's night was beautiful. It was as if the stars are competing amongst themselves, the most brightest, most beautiful. And he could not judge them, as they are all too stunning.

"Achoo," He sneezed, the noise innocently echoed throughout the whole room. He sneezed again and this time, he was force to stood up and went to his closet at the far corner of the room. Ironically, they gave him a closet but not a bed and because of that he have to sleep on the old, rotten floor. But thankfully, kind sisters had given him old cloth and clothing each season so that he could even survive the coldest winter and also make his own bed and blanket.

Who knew he could sew?

He took out a couple sheet and three shirts larger than him, he dumped the sheet onto his makeshift bed and began wearing the clothes layer per layer, it was starting to suffocate him by this point as he already wore four underneath but unfortunately the winter's night was not kind to those who dressed poorly. Then he layed back down on his bed and spread the three sheets on top of him, adding extra layers onto his blanket, he was already wearing seven. Now he was simply a little ball of cloths.

A sigh of relief escapes his mouth now that he could feel the faint presence of heat, he eagerly greeted it. His eyelids were getting far heavier the longer he tried to pry it open, and suddenly the sound of the celebration below were calming. It wasn't a surprise to hear him yawn, he took a quick glance to the sky above before everything disappeared, as if devoured by darkness. He only hope that it would not snow tonight as he didn't want to sleep in a lake tomorrow.

Oh! He forgot to say goodnight to his companions above.

A/N: My doctor's really angry, the sleeping pills were not working so I ate extra and maybe a bit too much. I slept through three days straight because of the overdosage. And he got mad and yelled at me because I kept doing that, (the medicine was to damn slow) and told me to wait patiently for it to settle and I gotten angry at him because he got angry at me and I threw the sleeping pills at me and we started fighting. It was a good thing he's my close relative or not I would have to find another psychiatrist, but he can be an ass sometimes. One must learn to chill, especially to their cousin who suffer from brain damage who is also their patient. But our relationship is always like that, we're similar to Sheryl and Tyki but I still don't know why he ships Yullen, it's obvious Yulma was made for each other.

They're so in love with each other! I mean try reading the Kanda's ark (?) without shipping them! It's not possible, I don't mean to lower the Yullen ship but I'm just a fangirl who ships Yulma and Neallen to much so ignore me. One more thing? Is it true that Armin will die in Shingeki no Kyojin? I saw spoilers on the internet but am not too sure, I hope he doesn't die though. . .I love Armin Arlert way too much, he's my son in the OT3 and I don't want to see my psychiatrist crying. He cries way too much because of Tokyo Ghoul and other fandoms, it makes me wonder how did he became a psychiatrist in the first place?

Oh yes lake,. My mother use to tell me each time I spilled water on my bed that you're going to sleep in a lake tonight, it's like an idiom back in the old days that you're sleeping in something cold and wet (also uncomfortable).

-Bye! thank you for the reviews!

Last edited: 13/6/2016