# 20 ! ( i find it super interesting and pairing of your choice :)) )
#20: “But god never came, did he.”
I enjoyed writing this way more than i expected to lol, thanks! I chose to go with Lance because I don’t write enough about the two but wow, it is uh, way angstier than i expected it to be lol, hope you like it!
“Have you ever thought about the stars? Like really thought about them?”
It’s dark, street lights have long turned on and he’s laying on his back on the cramped roof, the buzzing sound of the rural city pulsing at his fingertips, the sounds of cars and people talking blending into one from such a distance.
There’s the moon, the night clear and air sharp, and the stars; so many, so endless, so…
“There’s just so many of them” he continued, taking a drag of his cigarette and tapping on it so the ashes fall beside him. “There’s millions and billions of stars. And we think they’re all bright, and amazing.”
He felt the body next to his shift, dark skin illuminated by moonlight, hazel eyes piercing at him.
“But we can’t count the stars. We don’t have a name for every single one star in existence. If one star disappeared, the world would move on, and no one would ever know that star is gone.”
He turned to face the boy besides him; his face contoured, intent and listening.
“I feel like one of them. Of the disappearing stars.” he confessed, throwing his cigarette to the side.