Even as a young kid, Milo never really felt he was visible. It wasn't like people didn't see him at all; they just never actually noticed him. It wasn't like they were trying to block out his thoughts in their minds purposely, they were just not listening to him. Even his parents would always pay more attention to his little brother and to his classmates; he had never been more than just a classmate.
Sure, he had some friends he enjoyed spending time with, but it always felt like they were better friends with other people, like he was never really good enough for them. In fact, he knew they didn't like spending time with him as much as with the other kids. As children their age were not that good at blocking out their mind that well yet, he could read their boredom relatively easy. He wasn't important to anyone and nobody ever made him feel special. He didn't even know what it was to feel special.
That was, unless he was looking up at the sky at night, from behind the little window of his bedroom. At those times, he wished he could just spread out his wings and fly up there, wherever there would mean. As far as his sight would go, he'd see bright lights illuminating the night sky and calling them all "stars", by the absence of the knowledge of any other astronomical objects. Those stars were what he lived for. At daytime, Milo was always looking forwards to seeing the sky darken so he could feel whole again. When he had told his friends about his obsession with space, they called him a nerd or a weirdo and quickly changed the subject.
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Among the Stars
Teen FictionMilo, a young boy who lives on a distant planet just another galaxy away, could easily be described by any one of us as an 'alien'. After all, he and his species are very different from humans, what with their wings and connected minds. But to them...
