Why?
Because.
Because why?
Because the sun is there, waiting for you, smiling at you, telling you it will be alright. And the moon is there, watching over you, telling you nothing bad will happen. And the stars, so truthful, break the news. The stars fell pity and say the words, and you break. But the stars say, don't you worry, my child, she is with us, we are holding her, helping her, she is safe.
Why do the stars tell the truth?
Because they are the only ones who know what it is to how to be nice, how to be true and how to love.
Why don't the sun and the moon know?
Because the sun, as bright and good it can feel, it is large and cruel behind it's smile. It burns you and rips you apart. The moon, as beautiful as it is, is bound for trouble. It is reckless and not caring about others.
Why are the stars so nice?
Because they are a group, born together, raised together, die together. They know others, and they know the truth about people.
Why did the stars have to tell me the terrible news?
Because, my dear, she is a star, and she wanted you to know, that she was there, waiting for you and watching you like no one else.