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Quickly swiping away the evidence of my tears, I glanced up at Wes, “Forever predictable.” He shook his head, “You are the furthest thing from predictable I’ve ever known.” Wes huffs out a soft chuckle, “I just saw that the sky was clear, and you never did come back to the house.” “I needed time.” It was all I’d offer him in the matter. He doesn’t need to know that I was just reliving the worst moments of our time together. “Do you mind?” Wes pointed to the grass, and I shook my head. I owed him a conversation despite everything. He was once the reason I woke up in the morning. The wish that I’d spoke upon every shooting star. Wes was my best friend before our world crumbled around us like the ashes of a burnt-out fire. We sat in silence, staring up at the expanse of stars above us
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