"Can you taste the fear in her sweat?"

It wasn't that you left, it was that you wouldn't stay. The red light through the window reflected fears and hopes and wants and needs and a pathetic little girl who just can't fall asleep. But is it really her fault that her ego is too sensitive? Is it completely her fault that her pride so thickly covers her eyes and ears that the world gets distorted? After the red fades away, she will spot her star where she wishes for a night of safety. The coolness of your absence sends chills down her spine as she sings herself to sleep. She wrote a song for you, but you'll never hear it. Sound just doesn't carry that far.