When The Stars Went Dark
“Their light just hasn’t stopped reaching us yet. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? How something can be gone and still look alive.”
For a long moment, he doesn’t respond. The air between us feels heavier than before, charged.
Then, finally, he says, “Maybe it’s not sad. Maybe it’s beautiful.” His voice is low, steady — the kind of tone that sounds like truth. “Or maybe it’s proof that even when something’s gone, it still leaves a mark.”
Something about the way he says it makes me look at him — and the second I do, my heart stops.
It’s him.
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