When Calum opened his eyes, I saw galaxies. Millions of tiny stars shone in the blue; a vast sky filled with hope. He said, “I don’t want you to change who you are, but you can’t be afraid to open your heart a little.”
“I’m not afraid,” I lied. “It’s just that there are things about me you don’t understand. I’m cursed. This thing that I am? It’s not going away anytime soon.”
“We’re all a little cursed, I think, but we can still love as if we weren’t,” Calum said, a smile curving into his lips.