The stars above mirrored the ache in their hearts—scattered, distant, yet connected by invisible threads. Alex had always believed the constellations were just shapes people invented to make sense of the chaos. But standing beside Riley now, they wondered if some patterns were destined afterall.
Riley's voice was soft but steady cutting through the quiet hum of the night "Do you ever feel like…you belong somewhere you can't quite reach?"
Alex turned catching the glint of the moonlight in Riley's eyes. "Yeah", they murmured. "But maybe it's not reaching. Maybe it's about finding someone willing to stand here and look with you".
The silence that followed wasn't empty—it was full of unspoken truths, tentative steps toward something neither of them dared to name. As the night stretched on, their hands brushed, hesitant at first, then lingering like gravity pulling them closer.
"Accross the constellation,"Alex whispered, there's always one star leading to another."
And as Riley's finger intertwined with theirs, Alex realized they didn't need the whole sky —just this moment, just this connection, just this chance to be seen.