"Don't you think they're beautiful?"

"The stars?"

"Yes, but, more."

"More?"

"The universe, I mean. Think about it. We're but two people, in a world of billions of others, on a planet in between multiple other, housed in a single solar system in a sea of thousands! Doesn't that just make you feel insignificant? And yet, we forget this. We forget our own mortality. The bus we miss feels like the end of our world, and getting that job is akin to the most important thing in our lives. But at times like this, I look at the stars, and just, relax. Breathe. Because, like my Gran told me: there's always tomorrow."

"...That was beautiful."

"Really?"

"In a way. The way you talk about the universe is beautiful, but the universe itself can never be beautiful for me."

"Why not?"

"...It took my hope. When my brother was still alive, he lost all hope, almost stepped into incoming traffic. But he told me how, just before he did so, he looked up, and saw the moon. At that moment, he knew that he still had so much to live for, and he came back to us. He told that story to everyone he could, inspiring hope in the hearts of people old and young. But, two years ago, when our parents died, he went for a walk, and didn't come back. It was only until days later that they found him in the river with a bag over his head, dead. I later went back to that night and realized, there was no moon."

"...I'm sorry."

"...When you speak about the galaxy like it's the most beautiful thing in the world, I can't help but see a cruel being, who's been here long before us, and will be here long after. Who watches our lives and laughes. Because we don't matter, not really. We are insignificant. The universe is wonderful, full of hope and kindness. But it is also cold, malicious and cruel. That's why I hate the night. Because every time I see it, I can't help but ask it why others can see wonder in it, but they showed only darkness to me."

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"...I know. I apologize as well. Tonight is beautiful, it needn't be dampened by me. I'll take my leave then."

"No wait! Don't go!"

"I shouldn't be here."

"I disagree!"

"..."

"Please?"

"...I cannot.  Sleep well William."

"...Goodnight Sasha."