"You must really love the stars" He says, watching as I gaze up at the sky ful of unfulfilled wishes.
"You could say that"
"Would there be anything else to say about it"
"I mean, take a look at it" I tell "these stars aren't just some glowing blobs. I've got this feeling that they're made up of every failed wish, and every declined fairytale."
He nods his head, looking over at my fascination with the sky.
"A lot of my wishes we about you" I whisper
"What's that got to do with anything"
"They all failed." I sigh "so, doesn't that make you the sky?"
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from a book I'll never write.
Teen FictionThis will be short paragraph like writings of thing so would put into a book if I ever wrote one
