I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Pablo Neruda
Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."
A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."
Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.
Rick Riordan