“Why do fireflies have to die so soon?” I think this prompt could be either taken literally (maybe Patton being sad over a firefly' death) or an analogy for life or something (perhaps by Virgil or Logan?). You choose.
// How about both bc I’m really extra //
During the summer, Patton likes to go outside and watch the lightning bugs. Even if Logan doesn’t understand why, he always goes outside with him, two cups of lemonade in hand, and occasionally helps him catch them.
Inevitably, fall comes, and the lights wink out until Pat and Logan are lucky to see one or two. “Why do fireflies have to die so soon?” Pat asks quietly on the first night they don’t see any in the sky.
“Beautiful things don’t last, Patton. They eventually die or leave.”
Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say, because Pat turns and presses his face into Logan’s chest for comfort. Warm arms encircle him, holding onto him while he cries over insects.
“But what’s important is that you got to see them at your best, and you have a hundred memories of watching them light up the sky. Life’s worth living if you get to see the beautiful things.”
“Like you, Lo?”
Logan hides a smile and kisses Patton’s temple. Affection may be a little foreign to him, but this is something that feels right. Everything feels right with Patton.
“And like you.”