Based on the poem, 'Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep"written in 1932 byMary Elizabeth Frye.
Hiro was up there again with Baymax. It seemed so peaceful. His thoughts drifted with the clouds. From the day at nerd school, to the robber they caught tonight, to Tadashi. The sights up here were just so raw and full of beauty. The moon was a fingernail, so small, yet the light it gave off was so bright, and oh the stars.
Baymax stated that being up this late could be harmful to his body, but Hiro ignored him. For the time being, the stars were all he needed.
They seemed to protect him from everything he had seen. It had been a year since Tadashi had died. He and the team, they had made such a difference in SanFransokyo and now they were traveling sometimes, helping other cities. Just the other day he had saved a family from a burning building.
A family. How much would his life have changed if that had been his brother he had saved from the house fire? Hiro stared into the night sky, gazing into the mystery of the soft stars that shone that night.
"Hey Tadashi, can you see this view?"
The wind whistled around them as they sat on the balloons, the air was calm and it seemed if he just kept on staring into the darkness, something would come, someone would appear. Hiro fell back, allowing himself to relax and stare into the stars. There was something so fantastic about them, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
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My second addition to this group of stories. I have a snowboarder AU that I may be posting tomorrow. I would love to hear your feedback on what you think I should do next! !