The days go by and they all look the same. I watch Sara’s videos in a continuous loop as if to decipher a hidden clue there. I go jogging at dawn to clear my thoughts and to avoid my parents. The only person I haven’t been avoiding these days is the man with the star balloon. I don’t care about his age, his looks, his name... I love chatting with him. He has no idea who I am, and I have no idea who he is, and yet we’ve shared our deepest thoughts. I go into every detail with no need to hold back. I click on my computer and open his latest email.
The man with the star balloon:
[You aren’t a robot. Remember all these discoveries that you’ve found out about Sara. Her tattoo, piercing... she’d prepared a bucket list. Maybe you should try mimicking what was on her list! It could be a fun way
