Stars

"You know what I most like about the stars?" She asks, looking up to the sky.
I quietly shake my head.
"You look at them, and all of them up there and you just know there's gotta be something more... there has to be." She answers.
"Are you scared?" I ask, holding back my tears.
"Not of dying really. It's more that I'm afraid of... time. And not having enough of it." She says, her voice shaking.
"Time to figure out who I'm supposed to be. To find my place in this world before I have to leave it." Her voice breaks.
"I'm afraid of what I'll miss." She says crying