Paper Boats by Dee Lestari, translated by Tiffany Tsao

Kugy heard Keenan whisper something into the strands of her hair, which fluttered in the wind. She didn’t know if Keenan was whispering it to her, to himself, or to the both of them. But she heard his words very clearly: “This moon . . . this journey . . . us . . .”

Only when they were back in their seats did Kugy realize that the moon was shining brightly. Kugy couldn’t bear it any longer. Her eyelids felt hot and her vision blurred. She wanted to take the words Keenan had whispered, wrap them up, and store them away in her heart—words she didn’t fully understand, but knew she was experiencing at that very moment. This moon. This journey. The two of them.