It was a winter night. Your best friend, Elijah, just escaped his abusive home. You two are running across the snowy park, laughing and throwing snow at eachother.

"For the first time in my life, it feels that I can fly! I have wings! I'm not gonna stop for nothing! We're gonna go to the moon!"

"The moon?" You asked. He nodded, you shook your head and replied. "No, the sun! The sun I tell you!" He laughed

"The sun? What if we get too close?"

"At least we've lived!" You smiled brightly.