Lying as though she was lifeless on a cold cobble floor. I sat beside her. Lifting her fingers one by one to inspect the burns which coated her fingertips. I watched as her chest rose and fell faster than my running heart which sat heavy in my throat. I layed her hand ontop of mine, finger tips facing the safe souls of the sun rising in the sky. Her head rolled to face me, a smile.

“Your face it’s… golden.” She whispered, the sun blinding my eyes as it revealed more of itself to us over the horizon of shops and abandoned buildings.

“Yours is silver.” I looked at the shadows masking her face, draining all colour from her skin. Forest eyes, smoky and alight.

We were just two people in that moment. No differences and no similarities. Just people. As I lied next to her, the bumpy ground pressed against my back, our arms joined at their ends. Her breathes deeper and slower than the moments before.

“You have your shadow back now.” I don’t think l hear her to begin with, I just stare at the blood red sky being washed away by various hues of yellow and blue. Knowing what she’s going to say next.

“I will not walk this earth without you. Shadow or not. I would sacrifice half my soul to have you by my side.” We don’t move. We don’t look at each other. We don’t say another word, not for a while, not till the suns fully above us do I mutter a word. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” She reply’s, and I think it’s the first time me and silver have ever had a truly meaningful moment. It feels like the best kind of weird. Over the past few months I think she has become my best friend, and I wouldn’t change that for every star.