The twinkling stars became her closest companions. The moon; her confidante. And the blanket of darkness that infinitely stretched high above; her protection. For they restored her faith in the existence of solace and blessed her with silence and safety. She found that the heavy slumber chained the ugly monsters of daylight down, granting her the freedom to feel and breathe at her own pace and will. A chance given, for her internalised agony to be alleviated through shedding tears.
For the merciful night too, had heard the echoes of her endless pain. And with all its power it pushed the sorrowful day away, so it could thereafter comfort her, limitlessly.