Bone Deep

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Edward,

We have our own sense of time when we're up on your roof, staring at the stars.

It's like everything melts away and time slows down. Like we are the only two that matter, here and now.

Or at least that's how it used to feel.

Today we were on your roof again, and all I could think about was how sad the falling stars are. How something so beautiful can so unexpectedly die.

- Sarah.