Ettrix looked to the world. No one glanced back. She looked to the stars. In the contrast of their glittery edges against the universe’s darkness, she saw quiet hope – hope for a chance to see them for herself, hope for another wayward soul lost among their own kind, and hope for a future that may never come.
Scars marred her skin. Secrets whispered in her bloodstream. Loneliness, an old friend, would someday be set upon a high shelf. Until then, Ettrix remained an avid believer in tomorrow. Today, she steeled her heart. Tomorrow would never come until she dared.