Summer is always the hardest season to get through. The cicadas sing on and on, their long cries grating on the nerves. Yet it was in that very summer that he met the starlight meant for him, the one who pulled him out of a living hell and told him he was wonderful. The summer sky was dyed crimson. The two boys held hands beneath the setting sun, bathed in golden light. “You are the faith that keeps me alive, the one who could destroy me most completely. I never believed in gods until my god found me.”
Theme: Saving each other,
