The air felt light and fresh following a cold rainfall, the sky slowly clearing up to reveal a peaceful gradient of blues, pinks and purples. Though he was looking at a sky far away from home, it somehow still reminded him of Pleiades, and stargazing with his friends on rooftops, where they’d pull out a blanket Dean sewed and snacks Machi collected. Sometimes they’d play games, like I spy or some guessing game Jojo came up with as a joke that stuck around. Those were good times – times ...
