Writing Exercise #1

That was the time he stopped believing in the stars in the dark sky. It had not shown its true brilliance in months. The constellations were mostly hidden by the clouds. They were different shapes and sizes. When he looked up at the stars, he wished for all his scars to heal. Every time he went in public, people stared. They seemed to knew what was hidden inside, underneath his layers of his armor. No matter what he did, he was exposed, truth and lie. None of this was his fault and yet people blamed him or their own misfortunes. One night all the stars disappeared, as their brightness waned, and the clarity came to him. The dark sky meant nothing at all. There was no meaning behind it. The thickness of the night came from deep within. It swallowed him whole as if it was a whale emerging from the deep waters. He was never seen again.

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