A short about the desperation most people feel at night.
"If love is real, if it is forever, why am I alone?"
At night, she would ask questions of this sort to the sky from her rooftop, in hopes that the all-knowing God would give her an answer, or that the birds would inspire her with a song and carry away all of her self-inflicted burdens. Instead, one-by-one they scurried off, and the birds that remained silently wished she'd just shut up.
Death is a journey on your own. Why should companionship in life be condoned?
With those words, they'd take flight, and she'd go back to bed to face another sleepless night.