“Those aren’t real stars. That’s not the real sky. Will we ever see the sky?”
“No.” He said to me. “No, they want us down here forever.”
“Why? Why don’t they want us outside?”
“I don’t know. Something to do with her.”
I miss that version of him. I miss him every day. But I can’t miss him. Not after what he did to our friends.
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