There were no stars to stare contemplatively at so she stared at the lamppost instead. It had given her a headache but it seemed like a better option than going back inside. There was a constant thud of music, so loud she could feel it in her chest. She had thought it might drown out the thrum of loneliness that coursed through her veins but it had only made it worse.
Everyone had coupled off pretty quickly, either established couples or those just looking for someone to keep them warm for one night. She’d stood alone near the drinks for just enough time to make her want to down the lot before walking out and collapsing where the garden met the pavement. She couldn’t go home yet, didn’t want to meet the disappointed glare of the clock, telling her she’d only lasted an hour and a half. So she stared at the lamppost instead, just to see if she would go blind.
“You know sometimes I think the stars are the only thing that really expresses what it is to be human.”
“Hmm?” She turned to see a tall, slim dark haired boy standing entirely too close, like no one had taught him the meaning of personal space. He flicked his long fringe to one side and sat down, clearly taking her confusion as an invitation to join her.
“Lonely, burning brightly until they just pop out of existence.”
“I’m not sure that’s scientifically accurate. Also it’s really cloudy.”
“My point still stands. I’m Oliver, by the way.”
“That’s nice for you.” She got to her feet, shivering slightly in the breeze. “I’m leaving.”
Luckily her flat wasn’t too fair to walk, she couldn’t bear the thought of waiting for a taxi while some pretentious dickhead waxed lyrical about stars and the human condition. Damn her judgemental clock and disapproving fish; a night in front of her laptop was better than this.
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