His thoughts coursed like the air that tugged around his feet dangling over the edge of his waeft. They hung into the darkness and silhouetted themselves against the city far below. The lights looked so warm from this vantage point…
He shivered, pulling his hood further forward around his ears. Why does everything hurt so much?
His waeft rocked gently in the breeze and he sighed with the wind. And why can’t I feel anything?
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Thin, reedy bones rattled softly in the gentle wind that curled around the tent flap, disturbing the haze of dust hanging in the air. Arubi studied the angular nature of the speaker’s face, accentuated by thick locks of hair that hung around his face like curtains. His eyes closed lazily, showing eyelids painted luminescent blue against his dark skin. Silence stretched into thought. The dust swirled and finally settled over shadowed hands and floorboards.
Paint was replaced with moss green eyes the speaker met Arubi’s gaze, “They say that sometimes, if you look up at the sky through the gaps between the buildings, you might even see a star.”
The bones chuckled softly again and chills prickled Arubi’s scalp, “They aren’t stars, Sha, they’re people. And they’re up there all alone. He’s up there all alone.”