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She laid back and rested her head on the damp fall leaves. The deep embers of the dying campfire glowed in her tired eyes as she stared up at the distance stars. "Do you think that's where we go?" she said without turning her head. "Where we go?" I said. "When we die" she answered, with a gentle sigh only I could notice. I looked up to the stars. "I hope so. I'd like to back to where it all started" I replied. "Wouldn't you?".
She didn't answer. Her eyes were closed. Even with the space between us, I could tell from her breath she was falling asleep. I wondered then if we would make it. We'd been going for so long but somehow it all felt so empty lying there on the edge of the lake. She felt so far away.
What I didn't realize then was we were never trying to make it home. We were deliberately aimless. It was better to be lost together than found in a place we'd die in.