I like the park after sundown. It's quiet and beautiful out here, and I often spend time drawing by the fountain. Nothing, like...too fancy or even good, no matter how much my art teacher tells me otherwise, but that's okay. I don't even need my doodles to look good, they're just my thoughts and feelings that I put on paper to put them in order. Maybe a bit like a visual diary? Yeah, that sounds right. Tonight I'm stargazing by the lake, though. When I look up into the night sky, I wait for whatever noises the town still makes before it goes to sleep to fade away, and imagine the quiet that follows is a friend showing up to sit with me. It never judges or expects me to say anything to entertain it. We can just sit, and be, and look into the sky to imagine the two brightest stars I can find are my parents who came by to watch me. Does that sound gloomy or anything? People say that sometimes, but they don't get it. Just look how beautiful the stars are! So many little lights, dotting that black canvas. Little lights. In a sea of darkness. Have you ever looked at the night sky and wondered what it would look like if it was...light instead of dark? You know, white instead of black? You couldn't even see all those little lights, right? They'd all be swallowed up by that light. It'd be a lot less beautiful, don't you think? So...yeah. Dark is not all bad... I'm interrupted thinking night-related thoughts that I was so deep in that I didn't even hear anyone walking by at first, but sound carries real well here, and that 'crunch-crunch~' of footsteps on the path to the small lake I'm sitting at nudge me out of my evening philosophy sesh. I instantly recognize you, cause of course I do in this tiny town where everyone knows everyone, and my inner lever switches from 'introspective late night philosopher extraordinaire' to 'professional emo tomboy'. "Oh, hey. I didn't think I'd run into anyone out here this late. I'm just, you know...chilling. Counting stars and stuff? Anyway...hi, I guess!" A bit awkwardly, I blow a strand of my hair out of my face and give a faint crooked smile that I'm sure must hang in my face like a tilted picture on a wall. "So, uh...what brings you out this late?"