James POV
The stars coated the ceiling. Polluting the white with its neon green glow. We laid on Atlas bed. Staring at the glow in the dark stars. We had came back from the movies. Our stomachs had hurt from our laughter clouding up the empty theater. I would have considered that hang out as a date but I decided to keep quiet. These last few days consisted of laughter, music, deep conversations, and most importantly his past. He didn't talk much about it but one night he rambled about his past. It was fucked but he was proud that he tried to make it better and that I came into his life. He said I was his light to his darkness. I had called it cliche at the time. We had chuckled at it after we noticed. But now I saw it as a way of trust and hope. Something I didn't find in a lot of people but he showed me something different something powerful. And as we laid on this bed I couldn't stop thinking about him and all the moments we had. Every second meant something so important to the both of us.
