Feli lies on her back, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars scattered across her ceiling. The three of them- Feli, Claude, and Auburn- were going to go to the moon together. Three best friends.
The moonlight filters through her curtain and she lies awake, thinking about that time when they were eleven and they shoplifted a bag of marshmallows. Back then it didn't matter if she was from Chile or from Stockholm, because she had them.
Then suddenly they were two twelve-year-old boys that nervously kissed each other with their tongues while Feli made sure nobody was coming, and then they were thirteen and experts on making out, and then they didn't need her anymore.
They used to form a constellation together. Now she was just a lonely, lonely star...
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