Jun 10, 2024
“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”
(the only sign that he heard his brother was the slight tensing in his shoulders, and the finger he pointed to the sky after an awkward silence.)
i like coming out here at night. everything in the sky moves in cycles, but they also dont look as they truly are. you only find out the truth in the future, but by then, its no longer really the truth and....well its predictable. (he curls that same finger down to make a fist, resting his elbow on one of his crossed legs) things can always change, but not so much that you cant recognize them.