FSerrano
Her hair shone in the sunlight. It was a beautiful day, warm and blue and everything Heather had dreamed about. If only this was what it should have been, and not what it was. It should have been her wedding. Instead it was her funeral.
The moon was brighter than she had ever seen it. As she lay in the grass, her glaze on the moon she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever get to go up their. She wanted it with every fiber of her being. Space. It was calling her, beckoning her.