"The stars we are given. The constellations we make. That is to say, stars exist in the cosmos, but constellations are the imaginary lines we draw between them, the readings we give the sky, the stories we tell.- Rebecca Solnit
I own nothing but my own ideas
Sometimes Maya dreams of what never happened. Of days spent laughing with mask wearing kids. Of a fire that lights up the night of the shrine. She never remembers them when she wakes up, but she always feels lonely after them.
When her past that never happened catches up with her current life, she can almost see the journey they took. Hears a painfully familiar voice talking words she can not hear, only to turn around and pay attention to her teammates. They are still the same people she has come to know and care for, but sometimes she looks at them and sees an almost after image of what could have been. Or rather, who else could have been here with her.
She takes a deep breath. She's happier with what is over what could have been. But sometimes, she wonders about all the moments shes missing in it
