When the Sky Fell on Splendor

by Emily Henry

We just stood, listening to the conversation of the blissfully untroubled cicadas. They lived, they sang, they died. That was pretty much how it was for us too, so why did it seem so much harder than that?

“The point is, nothing in our universe, even the stuff that’s supposedly deleted from time and space, is ever really lost. It’s just hidden from our sight.”

He seemed somehow smaller, more vulnerable than I remembered. A gooey little human like humans were wont to be.