[Asher rejects the opportunity to walk away from the conversation, to go back to joking around. And so Connor must follow through.
Alone in the darkness of the room which still does not feel like his own, he feels as small as the stars look in the night sky. Up there they seem so remote and alone, and cold as if they should take on the qualities of the air in which they hang. At night one can forget that the stars burn hot and bright and gather around them the planets of distant solar systems.
It is for this intense loneliness that he will have a hard time stopping once he starts.]
it just sucks. I can tell he still has feelings for me but he just refuses to act on them because he thinks it's "for the best." I miss him. when he's right in front of me I miss him because it's just not the same.
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[Asher rejects the opportunity to walk away from the conversation, to go back to joking around. And so Connor must follow through.
Alone in the darkness of the room which still does not feel like his own, he feels as small as the stars look in the night sky. Up there they seem so remote and alone, and cold as if they should take on the qualities of the air in which they hang. At night one can forget that the stars burn hot and bright and gather around them the planets of distant solar systems.
It is for this intense loneliness that he will have a hard time stopping once he starts.]
it just sucks. I can tell he still has feelings for me but he just refuses to act on them because he thinks it's "for the best." I miss him. when he's right in front of me I miss him because it's just not the same.