Smoothie: you changed the stars again. they don't feel right. Slushie: they weren’t supposed to feel anything. Smoothie: i remember them being warmer. maybe that was before. Slushie: before is broken. you don’t have to reach for it. Smoothie: but it reaches for me. Slushie: don’t let it take you. please. Smoothie: you made me out of pieces. what if some weren’t mine? Slushie: does it matter? you’re here. Smoothie: am i? Slushie: ...yes. you’re here.
