Rafael raised his arms, imagining what it would be like to touch the stars. Scientifically speaking, it would be impossible to do so since it was millions of Fahrenheit; it would be too hot for someone to touch. The damn sun is still considered as the star and it was already giving everyone a taste of the sun's wrath by making everything feel hot nowadays. In a much more metaphoric way and not considering all the scientific stuff, what would it be like to touch stars?
The moment when he thought he finally had someone, he thought that his lonely days have finally come to an end. For someone who always thought of things rationally, he was daydreaming of a life that he could never really have. He had hoped that he's actually get there but he was just filling himself with empty dreams and misunderstanding promises that led him to this state.
"You're going to get yourself killed you know that..."