She is convinced that the universe is just our imagination and that's the reason people don't care about the others. He thinks different. He says that the universe is made by dust. Dust of who left us. And that's what make us special. We live in a world made by us, for us.
"we should keep going through our minds more. sounds fun to talk about anything with you" - he says
"yeah, that's true. maybe we can do more of that in our last 5 hours" - she answers.
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Nightbourhood
Short Story"what are you thinking about?" - he whispered through the hot night "nothing much. just wondering how much we can survive being two weirdos who spend the whole night looking at the sky" - she whispered back to him "and how much you think we can surv...
