The stars were twinkling softly as she lay quietly on the grass. The breeze carried the sweet intoxicating smell of the night. The silvery glow of the dancing grass made the hill look enchanted. The soft rustling of the leaves of the nearby trees were in exact tune with the melodious whine of the gentle wind. The valley beneath lay tranquil; the lake rippling to the wind quietly. Faraway the mountain range lay lost in the foggy darkness. The moon quietly reigned over the mesmerizing landscape.
It was her favourite place. The only place where she could escape to; she loved to escape to. Every night she would come here and look up at the stars. And she would stop worrying. Stop thinking. She would smile.
And she would remember him. And how if he had been here everything would've been different. How she would have been happy again.
