The stars are too close tonight. Not like the ones I used to see from the hill where I’d lie awake thinking about the way the wind sounds. Tonight, they’re so close it’s like they’re breathing. I can still feel the chill from the river—Vex’s voice still echoes in my ears, how he said the water was restless. I kept going back to that spot by the river, even though my legs felt heavy and my stomach ached. I don’t know why I keep doing it. Maybe it’s because the sky feels like it’s watching me. Or maybe it’s because I’m not sure if the world wants me here anymore.
I was scared when I ran from the meteor shower. My body was moving before my mind could catch up—just a blur of feet and a voice that wasn’t mine. I found myself near the ruins again, the same ones I’ve been going to for days. The stones are cold, and the air smells like wet earth and old promises. I sat down, and for a moment, the wind whispered something. Not a word, just a feeling: that everything is connected, even when you can’t see the thread. I don’t know if it was real, but it felt like the world was holding its breath.
Now, I don’t know what to do. I just want to sleep. But the stars keep calling me back to the river. I wonder if Vex was right. Maybe the water isn’t restless—it’s just me, waiting for something to happen.