Someday we'll reach our goal

“And where are you now?”

He spoke to the sky.

A soft mumble, hands in his pockets, eyes cast upwards as the moon cast a pale halo of light.

“Are you where I can remember? A place where the same sky I see stretches into?”

Of course he wouldn't hear an answer. The distance was too great.

But he could hope.

And how he hoped for some sort of sign, be it physical or celestial.

“Wish you were here...I miss your smiles. I haven't seen them in such a long time.”

A palm was thrust toward the sky, a breeze drifting by tickling the skin.

The young man was determined that he would reach his goal.

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“I miss him.”

One girl said to the other as they stared up at the sky.

The endless starry blanket expanded into the horizon and beyond.

She noticed it just for the first time, how broken they were when seperated.

“We'll find him. He isn't dead.”

The other female said this in response.

“We'll see his goofy smile again. You know he's not dead. Just have to follow the sky.”

Reaching up their hands, the women shut fists around bunches of smoke.

It seeped through their fingers like the wind.

But they would make it someday.