Count the stars until they blink out

Alastor: Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here, Ī̗̺̖̝̖̥̹͂̃̐̃͘͢͡ w̴̨̜̺̫̹͒̒̑̌̐̒͒͞ǒ̷̢̘̦̱̮̱̙͍̗͚̌̈́̀̌̈́͘͡͠ṷ̴̢̻͎̃̀̓̇͟͝l̶̢͈͚̗̟̖̝̰̱̿̇̒̎͛͋͂͟͝ḑ̴̛̞͉͉̫͙́̿͌̋ ḥ̢̯̦͍̆̎̅̀̿̔͢͜͞a̛̼̲͙͍͓̘͒̃̊̄̊͟͝͞v̢̩̱̗̖͙̺͒̑͒̔̎̉̕͠ȅ̛̗̞͎̞͓̯̻̫̈́͗͜͞ d̝̼̙̲̃͆͊̀̎̚͜͟͡͠ͅȏ̶̢̨̡͎̟̮̥̹̄̌͛̾̑̈́͡n̵̖̲̫͇̈́̄̀̆̃̎̿̅̓͢͡ė̮̭̖̙͈̥̘̞̥̜̒̇͆̌̂͠͡ s̶͚̭̝̫̪̗̠͙̠̲̊͆̐̒̿̀̏̽͑̃o̴̟̫̤̱͉̠͓͛́̐̎͋̑́͌̚ͅ ą̨̛͙̻̰̜̼͉͔̇͋̔̀̓͒̅͟l̵̨̮̤͓̗̓͗̓̐͡͝͝r̢̢̡̝̗̼͖̉͋́͆̑e̻͍͙̻͖̋̈́̂̽̕a̰̗͈͙̻͕͊͐̓̀̀̽̓͝d̴̲̱̯̮̱͋̒̈́͌́̎͘͢͡͠y̴̨͖̼̲͉̬̹̥͐́́͒̓́́̕͟͜͠͡

I know how hard it can be to hold on when everything just seems to crumble in your presence. When each day is struggle after struggle and you just end up with more scars. You are tired. You are scared. You are hurting everywhere. You must hold onto life. You must believe that day by day your life can change. You can learn to laugh, live, love, and breathe again. The joy will come again. The fire inside of you will burn bright once more. The light will pour into you and you will heal. You will dance. You will come alive. You cannot give up. Despite everything you are facing and feeling you cannot give up because your story isn’t over. There are still so many blank pages for you to fill.