"You get back on the latest flight to paradise
I found out from a note taped to the door
I think I saw your airplane in the sky tonight
Through my window lying on the kitchen floor"
-"Heart", Stars
The sky was so full of stars. Full to the brim, glistening with a light unmatched by any other. So beautiful in their scatterings, the randomly orderly constellations all across the darkness. Cutting through the black like beacons of hope. But stars never quite look the same from below as they do from above. He had touched them, broken them, saved them all and yet, he never quite figured out why they were so beautiful.
"The big one's called the moon, and the little ones are stars."
Well, the moon was still big and full and the stars still just as bright as they had been, so many years ago, and he still didn't quite believe it had been so long. Seven years, seven million ways to die.
And she had chosen only one.