His Dirty Little Secret
I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the deeper dark, the dashboard lights fading to black.
The city was a distant glow now, barely visible beyond the rolling hills—tiny clusters of light like embers far away on the horizon, flickering faintly as if waving goodbye. Above us, the sky stretched wide and unapologetic, scattered with stars I’d forgotten existed in such abundance. Not the faint pinpricks you strained to see between skyscrapers, but real stars—thousands of them, sharp and bright and endless, clustered in constellations that seemed to pulse with ancient stories. The Milky Way smeared across the velvet black like spilled diamonds, a river of light that made me feel small in the best way
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