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“You pray,” the man said, and barked a laugh. He glanced at Cassian. “He’s praying for the door to open.”

“Pray I get a chance to work,” Cassian murmured, but both men seemed to ignore him. 

Chirrut stopped his chant abruptly. “It bothers him,” he said, “because he knows it is possible.”

Chirrut’s partner laughed again. The sound was brief and ugly, but Chirrut only shrugged and told Cassian, “Baze Malbus was once the most devoted Guardian of us all.”

Baze Malbus. Cassian ran the name through his mental database and came up empty. “Now he’s just your guardian?” he asked.

Neither man took the bait. 

From the Rogue One: A Star Wars Story novelization by Alexander Freed

i’m gonna make this clear. nu'est has been giving us so much. from the cfs to vlives, the boys have been doing so much n i’ve never seen them so happy. they’re dropping 2017 versions of songs now (lil promo: they dropped ‘hello 2017 ver.); pls check it out!! it’s amazing n will make u cry. also they’re gonna drop a 2017 ver. of ‘look (a starlight night)’ at 11pm kst so make sure to check that out also. as always also check out their old music 👼). it truly makes me believe that going onto produce 101, despite all the tears n struggles, was a opportunity that turned into an amazing reality for them. when they make their comeback, i want the world to be in awe. i want them to be getting more opportunities. i don’t want them to be stressed out anymore n worrying, about what’s going to happen tomorrow n the next day n so on. i want them to finally be recognized for their hard work that they’ve been putting out for the past 5/6 years. i remember mingi said in his vlive that him n the members are always thinking about us n they truly are. also the fact that they changed their name just to wait for minhyun n finally be all together, makes me tear up. they’ve been through so much n they really do deserve the world..they really do.

when the stars appear eight hours before midnight, you jaunt blue across the sky, tracing a mural on the inside of my skull. though you’re still out there somewhere, your absence feels like a very young ghost, an ill-defined cry, half awake teething on memory.

my heart still has a tender spot from where we both punched a hole in the roof and climbed through into boundless miles and miles of unknown, holding hands just to break our fingers, bruising each other just to know that we can; too stupid to live, too young to die, so we just kind of hung in the balance until we broke that down too. i remember the exact moment it fissured, waking up with the dust of us still on my tongue.

after your timeline forked from mine to string out like a tripwire falling noisily forward, i found a way to live without being cruel, to nurture a new generation of feelings; i no longer live in a bruise. but sometimes i look up and still you jaunt blue, the sky rippling with the evening shadow of a young ghost.

__ young ghost (on the loss of a close friendship)