Would You Know You’re Made of Light- If You, Were Born Into the Dark?
“The blues, and greens are so pretty.” Lance gives a lighthearted, toothy grin, creases forming by his sapphire eyes. Lance just letting everything happen.
He lets all of his worry go for the moment and he relaxes.
All until words leave the Cuban boy’s mouth that weren’t thought about, “It almost reminds me of- ,” it strikes himself quick and sharp, paining Lance as he sucks in a quick breath, “Earth.”
The realization dawns upon the Cuban boy with a throbbing ache. His shoulders tense. He hadn’t seen his family in so long. All of the things- the people- he had unwillingly left there. Gosh, they didn’t even know where he went, and he didn’t know what was going on down there. No news, nothing to tell him any detail.
It all scared him to death, knowing he could just die out here and he’d never get the chance to say goodbye- to say sorry for leaving.
“I wonder when we’ll make it back there.”
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