I should really take off and leave. Why am I still circling this star? I can't stop thinking about it - the hold it has over me. Embarrassing. I can feel the weight of it pulling me in. The more unstable my emotions become, the stronger it pulls. The two of us will be meeting again soon; I can feel it. I should leave before I'm pulled back in.
And my fingers are too stubby for this stuff, man! She taught me how to roll stars the last time I saw her. My fingers are stubby, but I've been practicing for her, and I'm pretty good now. I like when she's high because she's honest. She's not afraid to open up to me. I want her to know she doesn't have to hide the parts of herself she hates. Those are the parts I want to love.
Even though my fingers are stubby, I know I'll roll them perfectly. I'll keep them to show her. Maybe we'll blow them together...
I hate when she's high because she won't stop crying, and it makes me feel like everything is my fault. I know it is... But won't I lose her if I admit that to her?
We both can take off and leave. I want her to come with me, but she won't. I should go alone. There's nothing left for me on this star anyway.
...Oh man, it's pulling me in. I should leave.
My bags are packed. I'm ready to leave, but I feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh, it must be him. No... it can't be. I never seem to forget him.
That's why I'm still circling this star. I want him to see me. But he can never see the real me. He's so much better than me... but he should never see that.
I taught him how to roll stars the last time we met. I needed something to distract him from peering into me.
Okay, look... I do want to be seen by him. He has eyes you can trust, after all.
What's wrong with me?
It feels like I'm fighting with my heart and my head, and I'm tired... I should leave this star before I'm pulled back in!
Yeah, this time I'm leaving for good. It's time to close this chapter.
I just need to find that thing I'm forgetting. Let me search a little longer. I can't remember what it is, but it might be important.
A familiar feeling is starting to come over me.
It feels like I'm falling.
Oh...
I am falling.
Gravity... again.
But I'm not alone.