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Eli turned his head. Leo was crying, silent tears tracking down his cheeks. But he was smiling too—a small, terrified, hopeful smile.

It wasn’t confusion. It was recognition. The same way you finally see the shape of an animal in a constellation you’ve looked at a thousand times. Young Hearts

“What do you think happens after?” Leo asked, pointing at a satellite moving silently across the dark. Eli turned his head

“I need to tell you something,” Eli said. His mouth was dry. “And you don’t have to say anything back. But I need to say it.” Young Hearts