I quietly climb the stairs to my room. Exhausted by the events of this evening, I sit at Sara’s desk and watch the latest Sara video on loop. My Sara... and I thought I knew you...
I notice a new email in her inbox. I click on it and read the title: The man with the star balloon. I smile. Could he be someone who has received my letter?
The man with the star balloon:
[Today, I found a pretty star accompanied by a small card. It was intended for Sara, but your words have touched me. I know what it is to lose someone. I know the great void that fills your chest and the pain you feel. I would also like to write to you. If you fancy an exchange, it’ll be easier to do so by email than by balloon flights (the wind is uncertain, just like life).
Hear from you soon I hope.
man.with.the.star.ba
