Wren never believed in luck but he also didn’t believe in fate. He didn’t believe in coincidences but he also didn’t believe there was a reason for everything. He looked at his existence as a statistic. He wasn’t mathematical by any means, he just didn’t have a clear picture on why or how the world worked the way it did. It wasn’t that he was against believing in fate or destiny or luck, it was just that there was no proof in any of it. Life was a big mystery to him, but he also didn’t feel the need to get to the bottom of things. If he was meant to be with Winnie on that night, cool. If he chose to be with Winnie on that night, cool. It made life feel like he was just floating through space, and it was probably one of those things that sent him to an inpatient recovery center. Through all of life’s speculations, he did think he got pretty lucky that night. Wren cleared his throat, smirked through a small giggle, and glanced over at Winnie. In his bed Old Hollywood accent, he said, “To the stars, Winnie, my dear. We’re going all the way up to the stars.” It wasn’t a lie either. Within a few minutes, Wren was pulling into an empty parking lot. The sign read that they were only open from dawn ‘til dusk, but Wren liked breaking the rules a bit. He opened his door, then Winnie’s, and then the trunk. And from the trunk, he pulled a telescope. “We’re gonna need to hike a bit, but I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said. He held her hand the entire way up to the top of the cliff, not too far from Whoop’s Ledges, actually. It seemed to be safer and a hot spot for people to come through. There were picnic tables and trash cans near by. Wren set up the telescope and looked through, finding all of the constellations and space-things he could. “Come look,” he said, reaching out his hand to Winnie. “I found Saturn.”
Wren’s Old Hollywood accent was surprisingly good. Winnie smiled. She didn’t have much to say, but she wanted to keep talking so he would too. Wren was like one of those Russian dolls that had ten little versions of themselves inside themselves: as soon as you opened up one doll, there would still be a smaller, more intricate one underneath. She knew he was witty and charming and equally broken and probably sad, but that was okay. It was intriguing. And as Wren pulled up to an empty parking lot, Winnie turned and raised her eyebrows at him, only a little concerned until she saw the telescope too. Wren said they would have to hike a bit, and though Winnie did adore the new, black boots on her feet, she grinned and agreed, “You did say we were going to the stars. I imagined we’d have to hike a little bit.” He held out his hand for her, and she took it, excitedly inhaling and exhaling as they made their way up and into the darkness. For a few moments the only noise between them were the crackling of the branches and leaves underneath their feet, and Wren guiding Winnie here and there. She’d stumble, he’d chuckle, and then they’d let the quiet fall over them again. Finally, they reached the top and as Wren did whatever he had to do to set up the telescope, Winnie shot a quick text to Atti asking him if she could stop over later - giddy to already tell him and Rae about her night. That was one of the best things about Atti and Rae’s new house: it didn’t matter the time of the night, their doors were always, and I mean always open for any of their foster family. “Mm,” Winnie snapped back into reality, grabbing Wren’s hand once more and taking a look into the telescope. It wasn’t too big or shiny, but there was Saturn in all its glory. Winnie could even see the faint glow of its rings around it. “Wow,” She breathed, taking one more look in silence before stepping back, “Sometimes I can’t believe it’s all out there. I mean, other planets...galaxies...whatever the Hell. The fact that we’re all living on a big floating rock. It makes everything seem so...small.”
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