Slender legs dangled off the edge, orange painted toes swirling around in the cold water. The blunt that rested between her fingers was brought to her mouth before her eyes moved towards the midnight sky. “I used to think that the stars were people their souls y’know? Like, dead people. Yeah.” Her words weren’t making any sense and Minhee wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to say either. A fog filled mind certainly didn’t help to make it any clearer. “Fucking aliens, man.” A laugh escaped her, nose scrunching up lightly. “Bet they’re just aliens. Nothing poetic about it. Just aliens.”













