Liber Prohibitorum

Life’s beauty was there in the sweep of stars, some dying, some being born, some long dead but still shining for the time being, and those were his stars, glimmering like blood diamonds in a constellation of shame. His vision blurred with a warning of tears, mocking his claim on indifference. Pulling knees into chest, he braced for impact, as the same throe of despair circled back around, hitting him square in the heart, just as hard as it did the day her body was found.