Harry's POV

The moon is moving a bit further away every year.

I’m really scared that it’ll just be gone one day. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night and it’s dark, no light.

I don’t like darkness.

I do like the moon.

I think that the moon is always happy, it’s so bright. I want to be like the moon.

I’m more like a rainy cloud.

Or maybe, I’m like a star, slowly dying. Slowly, slowly, day by day, before I’m only a dusty cloud anymore.

I stare at the stars on my ceiling. I think they understand me. They know what it feels like to slowly disappear.

Dad wants us to go on holiday again. I don’t feel like it.
Except for, maybe I’d see him again.

He does weird things to my tummy. He makes it feel like I’m being sucked into a black hole, except that inside of the black hole, everything’s glittery and bright.

Not that I knew what it feels like, being sucked into a black hole, I just imagine it feels like staring into his eyes.