One thing I didn’t know about what was inside me.
There were two.
How I couldn’t know as a mother, I don’t know.
He never told me he would keep one.
But he did, down below.
The star I saw in the heavens. Always hidden from the light.
I would give anything to go back and save that one, that lived like me in the tunnels. Always hidden, always hiding, always hating me and his mom.
Attacking her, in July, for seeing something he misunderstood. Well, he understood it perfectly, but the name set up, that was something he couldn’t see.
They would have killed each other. A star below ground and a star above.
A collision sending meteors everywhere to destroy everything.
