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afterglow - an andrew hc

• even though andrew started going to the roof to feel something, he slowly started to fall for the night sky.

• the way the muggy air would be accompanied by the smell of wet tar, the way it felt like sky was holding him and everything else in a chilled embrace, capturing everything in a black and grey dome.

• when he looked at the stars, he felt like he was looking into kaleidoscopes tumbling with memories, moments, and lives lived and lost.

• each one for a memory he could play like a disk, the details so clear, whether for the better or worse.

• he started to come up to roof not only when the all-too-well-known feeling of numbness was pumped by heart, filling every crevice of his body, but when he couldn't sleep, when he felt stressed

• when he felt anything he considered overwhelming, he count count on the sky to ground him, hold him tight

• he'd lay with his back on the rough cement, inhaling the scent of his lit cigarette

• then, he started to bring neil there, his ridiculous silhouette glowing underneath the magic of the night sky. him and his ugly fucking eyes. fuck him.

• he'd watch the steady rise and fall of neil's chest when they lay side by side, trying to slow his own breathing pace, matching it to neil's steady one.

• yeah, he brought neil there, but andrew wasn't one for words. he didn't tell him how the sky, so dark, and far away, had poked holes in its own darkness, naming each a star for his sake, a sacrifice it had made to show him that he will never be alone. though they had both been dark, the little sprinkles of light will remain.

• some will die out, and get replaced by others, some will stay for his whole lifetime. like memories, some stars were made to shine brighter than others, and others were made to be forgotten

• but in the end, to andrew, that cold shoulder will always feel warm to him, no matter how chilly the night be. sometimes it needs to leak it's acid tears. just like him.