[It takes one, two, three seconds to understand the drawing before her. Not because their artistic skill is bad-to the contray, she can make out both their forms in an instant. It's that recognition that made her heart pound and pound and pound against her chest, to the point she's sure their small hand can feel it pound, pound, pound and-

She can't tell them they're wrong to put her beside them. Can't sit there and say I'm sick and something in me is bad and tell them the glistening, shining star that's replaced their heart is a mistake on her. That they aren't looking at her if they can't see what's bad.

The small bug in front of her isn't flawed, but she is. Just because people are kind enough to look past it, doesn't change what she knows is the truth. There's nothing in her heart that matches the pretty ones around her, no matter how much she wants to pretend that image in the sand is reality.

No matter how much she wants to believe you're our treasure and-

Their attempt to comfort her, when they're the one that needs it, only proves her right. They've had a terrible vision of their life play in front of them for all to see. Yet here they are, trying to offer solace in the form of a drawing that she finally has to rip her eyes away from because-

It's enough they're able to draw themself that way and take some of her past words to heart, in the way most others don't.

And maybe one day she'll find a way to say they're the most beautiful star she's ever seen.]

That's right. That's how you look all the time.

[There's a shorter pause this time and she quietly adds-]

But even if you forget sometimes, that's okay. I'll remind you. You can ask me what your heart looks like and I'll always answer.