People believed that the moon and the stars are the eyes of the divine- watching the land below the heavens, the moon and the stars remember every single event that had ever happened on earth. Big or small, serious or ridiculous- all shall be remembered, all shall leave a mark in the sky.
And just like what the myths say- the lights in the sky bared witness to the spectacle below.
It was the younger man that swung his fist first- his punch hit Robbie's face once again.
"DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT A PERSON COULD MOVE ON?! JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE TOLD THEM TO DO SO?! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE PAIN I HAVE BECAUSE YOU NEVER LOST ANYONE LIKE I DID!" the man screamed loudly- almost ripping his own lungs in the process.
As the blow hit Robbie- like a brittle dried twig during the early days of autumn, a piece of him snapped.
