We're still sitting on the rock when the sun sets and the stars start blinking to life.
"Remember the first night I brought you here?" Connor asks quietly. "I asked you if you knew the stars - the constellations, and things."
"I still don't," I tell him, watching another star join the the others in a blinding sort of shows of lights.
"You see those ones? The ones that look kind of like a 'w'?"
I stare at the stars, picking out the 'w' in the galaxies it seems like I can see. "Yeah."
"That's Cassiopeia. She tried to murder her daughter, sort of. But she's pretty."
"That's awful!"
"That's Greek mythology."
Connor has his eyes closed now, breathing steadily but not quite asleep yet, dreaming about Orion and Cassiopeia and monsters with wings. I look up at the stars, their light twinkling in and out of focus, thousands more than I've ever been able to see.
"They're beautiful, huh?" Connor whispers.
"Yeah."
The prettiest things hide the worst storms.
I stare the beautiful night sky, the flickering stars like flames on a candle in the wind, and I wonder what storms they might be hiding.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] NaNoWriMo 2015 - "My heart skips a beat and all the careful precautions and burned photographs and the pretense of safety and normalcy is shattered, oh God what have I done?" Troye Sivan is running from a past that he's still livin...
