Santi’s footsteps are heavy as he steps onto the deck. He cranes his stiff neck, rubbing it absently as he stares up at the glittering stars above. They look different at sea. Brighter. Pearly streaks of cloud whorl over velvety blues and purples, shot through with diamond stars clustered too close to sort into tidy constellations.
They’re beautiful. Perfect. And impossibly far away.
Oh man. This dynamic is everything!!! they’re willing to let her go if that’s what she chooses,,,,, do you know what that is?? thats the good stuff babey -
that’s LOVE and above all, respect. These chapters from the boys’ pov are really becoming so important and yes I still want to know how they worded the letter.
