Slender legs dangled off the edge, orange painted toes swirling around in the cold water. The blunt that rested between her fingers was brought to her mouth before her eyes moved towards the midnight sky. âI used to think that the stars were people their souls yâknow? Like, dead people. Yeah.â Her words werenât making any sense and Minhee wasnât entirely sure what she was trying to say either. A fog filled mind certainly didnât help to make it any clearer. âFucking aliens, man.â A laugh escaped her, nose scrunching up lightly. âBet theyâre just aliens. Nothing poetic about it. Just aliens.â















