They are little stars amid my dark existence, scatter across space at great distances. A spoon. A pair of socks, hair clips, pieces of paper, peas, a cell phone, keys, flowers. They are artifacts of a life.
Mine?
I dont know, but thye seem to link me to all the people i sense i should be with.
I've hit the net objects. It's a sweatshirt, and i cant bear the idea of moving on and leaving it behind.
I know it should make me feel warm, but its stark white glow fills me with longing. A sense of missing something- more intense than any feeling i've yet had- pounds through me. And suddenly i know i wasn't meant to be here alone. I know i expected to find Gabriel waiting for me.
But who is Gabriel?
