Wren never believed in luck but he also didnât believe in fate. He didnât believe in coincidences but he also didnât believe there was a reason for everything. He looked at his existence as a statistic. He wasnât mathematical by any means, he just didnât have a clear picture on why or how the world worked the way it did. It wasnât that he was against believing in fate or destiny or luck, it was just that there was no proof in any of it. Life was a big mystery to him, but he also didnât feel the need to get to the bottom of things. If he was meant to be with Winnie on that night, cool. If he chose to be with Winnie on that night, cool. It made life feel like he was just floating through space, and it was probably one of those things that sent him to an inpatient recovery center. Through all of lifeâs speculations, he did think he got pretty lucky that night. Wren cleared his throat, smirked through a small giggle, and glanced over at Winnie. In his bed Old Hollywood accent, he said, âTo the stars, Winnie, my dear. Weâre going all the way up to the stars.â It wasnât a lie either. Within a few minutes, Wren was pulling into an empty parking lot. The sign read that they were only open from dawn âtil dusk, but Wren liked breaking the rules a bit. He opened his door, then Winnieâs, and then the trunk. And from the trunk, he pulled a telescope. âWeâre gonna need to hike a bit, but I promise itâll be worth it,â he said. He held her hand the entire way up to the top of the cliff, not too far from Whoopâs Ledges, actually. It seemed to be safer and a hot spot for people to come through. There were picnic tables and trash cans near by. Wren set up the telescope and looked through, finding all of the constellations and space-things he could. âCome look,â he said, reaching out his hand to Winnie. âI found Saturn.â
Wrenâs Old Hollywood accent was surprisingly good. Winnie smiled. She didnât have much to say, but she wanted to keep talking so he would too. Wren was like one of those Russian dolls that had ten little versions of themselves inside themselves: as soon as you opened up one doll, there would still be a smaller, more intricate one underneath. She knew he was witty and charming and equally broken and probably sad, but that was okay. It was intriguing. And as Wren pulled up to an empty parking lot, Winnie turned and raised her eyebrows at him, only a little concerned until she saw the telescope too. Wren said they would have to hike a bit, and though Winnie did adore the new, black boots on her feet, she grinned and agreed, âYou did say we were going to the stars. I imagined weâd have to hike a little bit.â He held out his hand for her, and she took it, excitedly inhaling and exhaling as they made their way up and into the darkness. For a few moments the only noise between them were the crackling of the branches and leaves underneath their feet, and Wren guiding Winnie here and there. Sheâd stumble, heâd chuckle, and then theyâd let the quiet fall over them again. Finally, they reached the top and as Wren did whatever he had to do to set up the telescope, Winnie shot a quick text to Atti asking him if she could stop over later - giddy to already tell him and Rae about her night. That was one of the best things about Atti and Raeâs new house: it didnât matter the time of the night, their doors were always, and I mean always open for any of their foster family. âMm,â Winnie snapped back into reality, grabbing Wrenâs hand once more and taking a look into the telescope. It wasnât too big or shiny, but there was Saturn in all its glory. Winnie could even see the faint glow of its rings around it. âWow,â She breathed, taking one more look in silence before stepping back, âSometimes I canât believe itâs all out there. I mean, other planets...galaxies...whatever the Hell. The fact that weâre all living on a big floating rock. It makes everything seem so...small.âÂ
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