Breathing Ghosts, page 23
I see something cut across the sky. It’s just a flash but then there’s another. Stars dipping and swirling and falling. A meteor shower. And in that electric chaos it feels so deliberate. It feels like goodbye.
I lay there, watching the stars rain down and I think about what Nia’d said, about how maybe I wasn’t meant to find her. I’d thought she’d meant June or maybe even Carter. But as I look up at the stars, feeling small and bigger than anything, so insignificantly significant, I realize that she’d meant me.
Because maybe the truth is we are all made of star stuff. All of us swirling out there in this incredible void. It’s dark and it’s cold and it’s lonely and sometimes we’re not even sure that we exist at all. But then we see a flash, another spark. We feel a hand slip into ours. And we don’t even feel the cold anymore. We feel found.
Also by Laekan Zea Kemp
The Things They Didn’t Bury
Orphans of Paradise
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Laekan Zea Kemp, Breathing Ghosts
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