Secret: My character tells your character a secret.Stars: Our characters under the stars together.

      (?)  ”You told me you’d buy me Cassiopeia, didn’t you?” He took the blunt from the center of the taller man’s hand as it rolled across the large palm’s course. It had been habitual, to say the least, not two years prior: driving up to the cliff along a commercial installment and smoking whatever they could find, laying on the hood of the elder’s car… finding home in a parking lot; this was always at night, of course, as the stars offered a more carnal understanding of the universe just by their presence — and the abstract thoughts that they had stimulated and conjured within the minds of their viewers were a better teacher than anything else. The dancer didn’t think twice, resting the roll between his wet muscles and flexing his cheek muscles inwards, taking a long hit from his Mary. “The vain queen.” The half-breed recaptured the smoke after it had lingered from his plush lips, flared nostrils grabbing the grey before it could escape into the brisk summer night’s winds. His inhale was cut short by an almost playful cough, but he still salvaged the round before holding the length’s butt out to the other with his index finger and thumb to grip its edge.

The peculiar constellation was easily recognizable due to its interesting ‘W’ shape, formed by five bright stars. It sat alongside Greek astronomer Ptolemy’s other significant discoveries, opposite in the sky from its arguably much more famous cousin, the Big Dipper of another philosopher. Keisuke was a scientist, like Niccolas — the two had been proven to have eerily similar personalities through the Myers-Briggs tests they had taken so long ago — and both were proven to be logical through this. The quantum mechanics of space and time offered an abstract (and almost artistic) outlet for the left-brained thinkers. It allowed them to understand in ways that were not common for their regular days. The traditional enemies, Japanese and Koreans, found themselves close beneath and within the Milky Way, and they had shared many dreams and wonders there, as well. “I never thought there’d be enough money, though... whether we got married or not.”

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 Questions like that always triggered an overwhelming sense of melancholia — she could never fathom the reason behind the sudden influx of emotions, it just happened. Slumped against the wall of some dingy alleyway with her head between her knees,  she struggled to regulate her breathing; the sensation of a tightening chest made the whole process harder. Oh my god am I going to die like this? Too tight her chest was too tight and her lungs felt like they were on fire. Her vision was blurred by the tears in her eyes but she could see the stranger who had sprung the sudden inquisition.  

Why was he still standing there? Her face buried in her small hands (cheeks were burning, they warmed her palms), the tears threatening to spill at any moment. What am I running from? The people, the crowds, everything. Hyorin could, for the most part, control herself. At least she pretended as I could — as though there was a switch or button that could just switch it off. Yet sometimes it was just unbearable. Suffocating. A darkness that consumed her brain which rendered her useless, unable to verbalize anything at all – unless she began to sob. That was the worse. She struggled to comprehend what was happening, or what had happened, to her for the twenty years of her life. The only thing she understood was that it almost always felt as though she was on the brink of death.

"Do you play often?" He takes a sip of beer before taking the darts and taking his own advice -- slowly approaching the board.

[ sms ] I do like talking to you, I do. [ sms ] I felt like you didn’t want to hear it and/or didn’t care