Ephemeral (3)
- “Really nice view, huh?” He wasn’t wrong. A dim moonlight watched over the two teenagers as they lazily lay on the wet grass. - “It’s very pretty.” Maria agreed. - “Right? Look at all these stars. Did you know we were made of them?” In the horizon, Maria could make out the distant fire from the camp they had snuck away from. She knew they had to get back before the teachers noticed their absence, but one does not turn away from an audience granted by the heavens. Thousands upon thousands of tiny celestial white dots demanded her attention, and she happily gave it to them. It turns out, the boy lying next to her also needed her attention. - “You know; this reminds me a lot of this Nietzsche book I read.” He added. She turned on her side to look at him. She knew he was full of shit. There was no way in hell this guy had ever been within a kilometre radius of a book. But, he had a warm smile and cute eyes, so she humoured him. - “Go on.” - “Well, he is a very interesti...