"What's with the sky?"

The question doesn't bother him from holding his head high; eyes wandering the starless dark horizon above.

She looks at his pair of wild eyes; at the insanity that slowly fills the emptiness, fills the silence between the two. He doesn't move, and so does she.

Moon being the only thing to be looked at among the darkness. Fingers slowly brushing against each other as they sit side by side, 2 pair of eyes traveling the empty night sky.

"There's nothing with the sky," he starts laughing as soon as a thin layer of night clouds is hovering on top of the moon.

She looks to her side, looking at the guy who still has his signature ugly grin on his face while having that overly concentrated eyes fixed on the nothing on his night sky. She learns to understand his antics a long long ago. But never—not even once, gets used to the amused yet annoyed lingering feeling off of her beating heart.

"There must be something, Vernon," she insists, looking back at his night sky. "We're sitting on this empty road. There must be something."

"I'm looking for the stars," he looks up even higher, eyes even wilder than what they already are. He bits his lower lip. The colors on his father's jacket he's wearing matches the road lamps on the background of his sitting figure.

He's an art you can find in an empty night road.

"We're sitting here because I'm looking for the stars," he continues.

"Well you know we can't actually see the stars from here since you know the pollution and—"

"Yeah yeah I get it. Save that environmental lecture for someone else, I had too much of that already."

"The penguins hate you."

"I know," he closes his eyes. "And you know how to ruin a moment. I was trying to say something."

The night clouds slowly drifting away from the moon. Their 2 pair of eyes silently following the movement until that white spot on the sky become completely visible for the both of them to watch.

"I think there's no point of sitting here and looking for the stars when we both know that the stars are missing," she breaks the silence between them with the long sentence.

"It's not pointless, okay," he says with a tone that is enough to defend himself. "You don't get it. The stars aren't missing."

His eyes are wild again; wandering around the moon, looking beneath the clouds, traveling along the cold asphalt in front of them. Sometimes back to the girl by his side for a split second. But his eyes are the wildest every time they're on the sky.

Like he's mad. Like the sky is incomplete. Like something is missing. Like—

"—something is not on its place," his voice is a bit hoarse due to the temperature that is colder than how it was 12 minutes ago. His eyes are still moving everywhere.

Then he looks at her, like she's a part of the madness in his head. He's biting his lips, like he's that close from doing something insane.

He looks at her, in a realization that she's not supposed to be there.

"The stars are not there on the sky," he says, before looking back at the enormous night sky above.