I couldn’t sleep that night. My phone screen had gone dark a while ago, but I still held it in my hand like I was waiting for something. A message, maybe. Or just a reason to stop thinking. The room felt too quiet. Every small sound stood out, the fan spinning, a car passing somewhere far away. I turned to the window, hoping it would distract me. The sky was clear. There weren’t that many stars, but enough to notice. I didn’t really think about anything at first. I just looked. Then one of them stood out. It wasn’t huge or anything, just brighter than the rest. Easy to find, even when I looked away and looked back again. I kept my eyes on it without really knowing why. I thought about how some things stay longer than others. Not forever, just longer. Long enough to matter. The sky slowly started to change. It wasn’t sudden, just a slow shift. The dark fading a little at a time. Some of the stars disappeared. But that one was still there. I kept watching it, even as the light grew stronger. Even when it got harder to see. I didn’t know why it felt important. It just did. One star shone brighter than the rest, and somehow I knew it was the last star that would hold on to me the longest. But would it stay with me even after the sun rose? I asked myself. Am I happy that I get to see it? or Am I sad that it might go away anytime?