Jamie, make a wish.
What?
There's a shooting star in the sky right now, sweetums. Make a wish.
...the stars are pretty amazing, aren't they, Jamie?
Um, no? They're just balls of gas.
True, but dogs are just furry sacks of skin and organs. They're still cute, aren't they?
Well, yes...
Exactly. If you bring everything down to technicalities, it removes the undeniable beauty within them.
I guess you're right.
Go outside.
Huh?
Well, you don't agree that stars are amazing. Go outside. Look at the stars, really look at them. Look at the way they twinkle, the connections that make constellations, the illusion that they're so tiny, when in reality, most are larger than even the sun, and then tell me that they're not amazing.
You're quite passionate about something relatively insignificant.
Significance is a matter of perspective. What's insignificant to you may be significant to me and vice versa. Plus, the stars aren't insignificant. I mean, the sun is a star and without the sun, we'd be as good as dead, wouldn't we?
You make some valid points.
I know, sweetums. I always do. ;)
Hey, Celia?
Yeah, Jamie?
Can I call you?
YOU ARE READING
Hey, Celia? | ✔️
Short StorySometimes texting the wrong number isn't so wrong after all. A dialogue story following Cecelia and James as they realize this fact, starting at 4:36am on a Thursday... (amazing cover by @elysian_writes <3) [this is trash, lmao. Don't read it-]
