“You were just a kid,” I manage around a throat that’s too tight. A pressure burning behind my eyes. I think about that little boy in a space suit looking up at the stars. “You had a dream.” “Found a new one,” he answers, smile kicking up the corners of his mouth. He leans back in his chair and tilts his face to the night sky, the stars beginning to wake. “And I got to keep the stars with me.”
Wait why am i tearing up
