All We Know

"Look at the stars." He looked at me, eyes shining. Shining like the very things he was telling me to look at. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his.

They were better than the stars.

"Just do it," he whispered.

I did as he said, very reluctantly.

"They're shining just for you."

I looked at him. "Do your eyes shine just for me?"

He smiled wryly. "Forever and always."

That was all I knew.

I was his.

He was mine.

He told me I held the world.

The sky.

The stars.

Him.

He was everything.

But then he, he and his eyes that shone just for me, they left.

Just.

Like.

That.

And suddenly, everything I had known had fallen.