“Was she human? Was she even a “She”? Could be an “It” for all he cared… a robot, an hologram, a dream, a ghost. All that mattered was that her soul shined through the stars peeking outside the spaceship window… and he burned with them.“
“Finally she let go, allowing herself to free fall into her own reflection. Never again would she succumb to hate who she was and how she looked.”
Celebrating Pride Month with a Pun I’m proud of!