the twenty-eighth night.
12:24 p.m.you're late.
i'm sorry.
pant, pant. rio must've
ran all the way here.
but i stare at him coldly and refuse to sympathize.i'm sorry. really. he wouldn't
let me out.
i had to steal a key.okay.
he can tell she doesn't believe him:
even the truth, she won't believe anymore.
he can't blame her.come on, aer, just -
you said you'd planned something for tonight?
i interrupt him for the first time.
he's slightly shocked by the fact - his mouth hangs open
for a few seconds.
then he snaps his jaw shut.yeah. let's go.
he doesn't ask me to come with him,
but i follow anyways.
(as always.)he still takes my hand and laces
our fingers together.
i wonder why.i still can't believe you didn't know what the great bear was.
no reply.he sighs. he sounds irritated.
well, that's a first.
so i've finally managed to break through
that stupid happy poker face of yours,
haven't i?
i think to myself.it's famous.
well, anyways, look up there.not there, where i'm pointing.
well, i'm sorry. it's
a different view for everyone.not for us, if you'd listen to me...
that sounded a bit
strange - not like the
smartass retort he would've come up with,
usually.what?
nothing.
i take my hand away from his.
he scowls at the big dipper.well, anyways.
the big dipper. most people think
it's a constellation,
but it's just an asterism.
a pattern of stars.
sometimes they're part of a constellation,
sometimes they're not.just like how you're sometimes honest with me,
and sometimes not?i don't say good-night
and neither does he.he didn't know how big of a mistake that would be.
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Rhapsody
Short StoryA shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.