I don't know what to say. I am filled with angst. My galaxy consists of a blank slate. I have no future, no morals. I can't relate to the other kids, except, her. She told me I was holy, that I was the very embodiment of an angel. She truly believed I was royalty, a God. She served me, with her absolute all. Of all things she has done for me, she revolutionized my world.

"Freckles remind me of stars. Skin stars. They all create their own galaxy upon a person's body. They paint them with colors of the earth, shadowing them with the gift of space. They reflect that person's soul. If you look closely, you can even see constellations. Unique constellations."