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A flower falls even though we love it;
Weed grows even though we do not love it.


 

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[ I want to show you something is the only warning Shuyi gives before taking him by the hand. Even if he lets go before they arrive at their destination, she would drag him by the sleeves if need be. She seems breathless with excitement somehow though her steps are measured and careful, eyes trained on the darkened path through the forest to avoid winding roots to stumble over, errant pebbles here and there. After her initial invitation, she remains largely silent. All her attention is focused on getting to where they need to be and any question thrown her way would be responded with an absent hum if not ignored entirely.

It's only once they reach a narrow clearing that she lets out a laugh. The place is barely wider than the stretch of a man's arm, but the canopy opens clear to reveal the night sky. Head tilted up with a grin on her face, she points up for him to see the stars. ]

You know-- whenever I feel small, I think about how we were all stars once, you and I and all the rest. [ She drops her gaze to him. ] Maybe the same one. Do you believe that?