“Eventually, the sun will rise, I’ll have to bleed with my butterfly brothers, and the rest of the world will get to see my blue ink, not just you. But here’s the thing,” he says. “I may bleed every single day for the world, but I bleed the most for you.” ChloeMilo Book:American Girl on Saturn Source: American Girl on Saturn
“If you were a butterfly, what color would you bleed?” I ask. He looks at me like I just asked him to pluck his eyeballs out. Then his face softens a bit. “Blue,” he answers. “And you, Ms. Branson?” I think about my own question for a moment. I don’t want to be typical and say my favorite color like he did. “Orange,” I say. He studies my face. “Why orange?” “Because blue burns orange,” I say. “I figure no two colors could ever be closer than those igniting a flame.” ChloeMilo Book:American Girl on Saturn Source: American Girl on Saturn
“My wish is for you to be my firefly,” I say. “After lockdown ends, we’ll only see each other in moments, for short flickers of time.” “And it’ll always make us smile,” Milo says.” ChloeMilo Book:American Girl on Saturn Source: American Girl on Saturn