A random story...

His name is Frey.

He looked out from the window, gazing at the starless night.

The gentle cold wind blew right to his face, the cold tinges refreshed his little mind.

And yet, all he could see is still the starless night,

and the little girl image that was hidden deep within his soul.

The little girl who shone upon him like the brightest star in the starless night,

and the terrorizing Sun in the horrifying day.

He did not remember how he met her.

Nor did he remember how he had forgotten their parting ways.

All he could do is sing their song through the night and sleep when the sun rise,

hoping for a shorter day and a longer night,

for which he could sing the starry night song, everyday.

With loneliness and him.