"That night,
the horizon was theirs"
Again, he held my hand, made me close my eyes and took me somewhere else.
We were on a roof, still, we were beneath the stars. I sat on the roof, admiring the black-blue sky and the stars that hung with it. It was breathtaking, beautiful, and I looked at it in the way a mother looks at her baby.
But it was nothing compared to him.
So, I stood up and held out my hand.
"May you dance with me?" I asked and he nodded.
He placed his hand on mine and the other on the small of my back whilst mine was on his shoulders. He placed his forehead on mine, closed his eyes, and we began dancing.
Side. Forward. Back. Spin. Repeat.
It was almost genuine; pristine, even.
Two lovers dancing beneath the stars.
He wore a small smirk the whole time as we float in the sky until we landed on the street. The road was damp.
And the weight was present again.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Who Puts the Stars in the Sky
Short Story"You are the stars in my eyes and the blood in my veins, the roar of the thunder and the calm of the rain. But how could I forget you painted the stars into the sky?"
