He looked at the stars. His stomach felt like a ray of gold. “Finally!” He held his fist together, the other one was on his stomach. He knew what this feeling meant. This golden rush through his body. As if something got activated. As if he knew where he belonged. He knew.
The stars made him feel in contact – he was never again alone, and all he could do now, was to wait. Wait for it to come, for it was destined to happen. It was always supposed to be like that.
And now he knew.
He felt it, too.