“C’mon Nick,” Maya said dragging my seven year old body across the yard.
“I'm coming,” I said following behind her as the night sky loomed over them.
“Nick, Maya be careful!” I heard my mom yell behind us.
“Look at all the fireflies.” Maya’s five-year-old voice squealed. “Look Nick those two are best friends like us.”
“How do you know they are?” I asked looking at her.
“They light up at the same time, duh Nick.” She said before catching them in between her hands. “Look at them lighting up.” She said holding her hands up the lights seeping through her fingers.
Nine Years Later
“Look Nick.” Maya said pointing up at two fireflies blinking together. “Think they are the same ones from that summer?”
“No Maya.” I said smirking at the memory and Maya’s naive ness.
“Why not? We’ve been best friends all these years maybe they were too.” She said rolling her eyes.
“Other than the fact that we killed them by taking out the light up stuff and chasing Joe with it?”
“Oh yeah.” She said laughing. “Well, hey at least we made it, even if they didn’t.”
“Yeah, we’re real life versions of those fireflies.”
“Want to get Joe?” Her eyes asked lighting up like the fireflies.
“Yeah.” I said cupping them in my hand.