Chapter 25
I laid in bed with Luther, while I watched the stars through the window, he had slept, while I tried to observe what the stars looked like. One of them looked like a white wing, while the other looked like a little baby. “A little baby?” I thought to myself, that was funny, but I didn’t laugh or smile about it, I am so used to my imaginations. When Hazel was younger, whenever she felt sad, she would watch the stars, how they glittered and how beautiful they were. Sometimes she imagined being one of the stars, but that never worked, because she was a human, with flesh and blood. Hazel inhaled slowly, as her gaze fell on Luther, who had slept quickly, as if he hadn’t had any sleep for days, and there she laid, watching the stars happily, until he woke up from his sleep, as she felt a stro
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