“Look!” Hailey pushes herself upright, enraptured. Lia doesn’t even bother to look at the sky until she realises that they’re no longer holding hands.
A comet, Northern-Lights-green and streaking carbon, soars through the air, more like a bird taking flight than a compound of heat and rock. A pretty kind of destruction. Decay, made an art. It’s a stroke of fire.
Hailey gasps. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
She isn’t looking at the comet. “Yeah. It is.”
Hailey, Lia, and everything in-between.
[for @inwayovermyhead (HAPPY BDAY ILYSM <3333333) & beta'd by @cosmozzzz]