The next day, I never saw his family. I never saw him ever again. I never saw them for the next days, weeks, months, and years but the memories were still as fresh as yesterday. I looked at the sky tonight, outside of the house. "Phemius..." I said and closed my eyes and when I opened them, a gust of wind blew.
As my eyes adjusted, there I saw, the beautiful constellation of our story:
Phemri
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My Constellation: Phemri ✔
Short Story❝ sometimes, all it takes is the smallest of pieces to create the biggest of masterpieces. ❞ - ♡ a made up constellation. - ♡ a short story - warning: oldest story I've written --- All Rights...
