Dying to Love You
Above us, the sky had deepened to black velvet, stars emerging in breathtaking profusion, more than I'd ever seen from the light-polluted valley.
"Look." I breathed, tilting my head back. "It's starting."
Rafael followed my gaze upward, momentarily distracted from our conversation. "Holy shit," he whispered. "There are so many."
The Milky Way stretched across the sky like spilled sugar, countless stars surrounding it in clusters and patterns I'd only seen in astronomy books. Without the competition of artificial light, they shone with fierce brilliance, some twinkling, others steady as anchors in the vast emptiness.
"It's incredible."
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