We do this for a couple of days. I go to the hill every night. See him there (heart jumps). I lay down next to him. We talk until we fall asleep. And repeat.
Our meet-ups are my favorite part of the day. I look forward to them the whole day and then hope the night never ends when we are together. We talk about everything. It's refreshing because I can say whatever is on my mind and he just understands. He does the same. We connect in some way and I cherish it.
Every night he teaches me more and more about happiness and how to deal with dark times. It's incredible how he has learned to grow from his past. I wish that one day I will feel as at peace with life as he does.
He tells me stories behind all the constellations in the sky. His storytelling makes me laugh until I can't breathe, tear up with the tragic endings, or yearn for the love he describes. But, mainly, his storytelling reminds me of why I loved reading fantasies so much when I was young. And I have decided that I'll start reading again and get over the memories because the feelings I get when reading are all worth it.
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Our Escape in the Stars
Science FictionA girl. A boy. A hill. And the stars above them. Iliana has her spot on the hill. A spot where she feels okay. One night, that spot is taken by a mysterious figure. A guy. She lays down next to him and their story begins. Nightly meetups, stargazin...
