The stars were knotted in your hair, while you stood against the sky. I couldn’t even see your eyes; just dark pools lighting up now and then.

The clouds were thick and stormy and the trees didn’t quite hold their own. They swayed, as though possessed by a greater force, from end to end. You stood still, though. Untouched and uncaring.

Somewhere through the night, the rain came down in anger. It drenched us to our bone. The stars washed away from your hair. Your eyes leaked sparkling water.

You kept going further and further until you disappeared. I moved towards you, panicking, but you were gone.

Perhaps you hid behind a tree, or maybe you became a glowing blob of molten matter up ahead in the distance. You weren’t there. You were never there.