“You know, when I was small, I always wanted to fly.”
“So you want to be a pilot then?”
“No, not that kind of flying. This might sound funny, but I want to fly on my own wings.”
I chuckled lightly at his remarks, earning myself a light punch on my arms.
“Don’t laugh. It’s not a joke.” He said, slightly pouting while he gazed through the stars. I stopped laughing, and followed his gaze to a certain direction in the sky, only to find a bright shining star blinking over the horizon.