The leaves were long gone, but the stars weren't. He met her at the pier, constellations above their heads and water beneath their feet. At first they were silent together, trying to see where the sea ended and the sky began. Eventually, she asked him, "Where do you think we will go after we die?"
He replied, "You will become a couple of stars, but when I meet you, we will form a constellation, a masterpiece people will only see at night."
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Delicate and Gone
Short StoryShe saw him in radiant shades, sharp edges and bright lights. He saw her as temporary, a second in an hour, small smiles, and different questions. They both knew it was fleeting, everything was.
