I’ll never forget the day she asked, “Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”

I had turned away from the sky, gazing upon her laying on the grass beside me. She didn’t take her eyes off the sky.

“Probably,” I had told her. I watched as her face turned into a frown. “But… the sun gets to shine down on all of us, making our lives better. So maybe the sun thinks it’s worth it.”

“Yeah,” she said, joy returning into her figure. “Yeah maybe.”

Now I stand watching her glow like the sun. Her body is slowly absorbing into light as she transforms.

“No, please!” I gasp, trying to reach up to grasp her. “You can’t go! Don’t leave!”

What was left of her human face sadly smiled back down at me. “Don’t worry… I think — I think it will be worth it.”

Then she was gone. “I truly hope it is.”