They were fairy dust against an onyx velvet sky.
Truly, they were magical.
Generations told generations that they hold an eons world of wishes and hopes.
Stars; a sight to behold.

Above the Eiffel Tower with a soothing quiet, that is when they are best, and a certain duo appreciated them;
however, from diverse perspectives.

This woman, bless her for her feats of finding her path, dangled her feet from the tower while breathing in bliss and exhaling bothersome worries.
The chill of the air nipped her cheeks like childish pecks.
Her soul was at a state of calm, a break over her exhilarating life, both formal and ccarefree, and problematic conflicts. All the while, she was with her best friend, this man.
He too relaxed under the night sky.
His hyper heart gradually receded into a slow beat.
Closing his eyes, he welcomed the motherly rocking of the midnight breeze.

"Don't they look enchanting?"

He lazily peered over. "Whatever do you mean, M'lady?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The woman extended her hand outwards towards the atmosphere as if she could touch that mysteries that lay in them. "The stars."

"Well," he pondered, "Not as much as your striking beauty."

The lady scoffed and jokingly slapped his arm.
She bore into his eyes, telling them to see clearly before gazing back into the eternal universe.

"My mother always told me, like any other, that if you wish on one, they'll come true. People think it's silly," she chuckled, "But I honestly believe she is right."

"Really?" He quirked. "I never knew you believed in something so childish."
He poked his partner in the rib.
"Those are myths made to make human have false hope."
Breathing in the night air he sighed,
"They are just elegant, cheap decorations in the beauty of the night."

She raised an eyebrow in annoyance.
"How so?" She added,
"You usually would enjoy these kinds of insight."

A shivering feeling of the bitter cold of the past settled upon them.
The charisma in the playful man's eyes hardened into regret.
"Well, M'lady, when reality smacks you in the face," he spat at the air, as if he could insult the imaginary being he hated so,
"You realize there is nothing pure and lovely in the world."

He raked his hair with his hand to calm himself from the tension of a long-locked secret threatening to open up.
"They're up there for centuries burning bright for the galaxy around them, always sacrificing,"
He traces a floating leave before grabbing and crumbling it,
"Yet, they explode and die like every life that appeared on this earth." He concluded, looking down at the illuminated city below his feet.

The man felt a hand on his shoulder,
light and graceful,
take hold and a finger pointing his chin up and then
at the dizzying lights above.

"That may be," she started,
"But with every death, there comes a new life,"
she smiled softly at him, "A new destiny."

Dumbfounded, the feline laughed quietly,
amazed on how his beloved always had a argument against his claims.
"Alas, I can't oppose to that statement. Well played, Ladybug."

He laid down on his back and exhaled a thoughtful sigh.
He went to take rest until he sensed fingers combing through his golden locks.
It shocked him to see the woman he always pitifully longed for show a bit of affection. He gazed at her with wide eyes.
Watchfully, he observed every detail of her petite face and
large, wonderful eyes.
They were like the night sky itself.
Ah, he mused to himself, The reason to her hope must lay in there.

As such ideas came in to his head, the woman was trying to build one herself on how her usually energetic partner can think up of something so,
so dead and draining.
She twirled a curl of his hair, fussing why she couldn't have hair like that.
Suddenly, fingers foreign to her body slipped through hers.
The teen immediately looked at the culprit,
but he was busy idly taking in the way her hands fit into his and
the spectators above in the heavens.

"You know," he murmured before she could react anymore to his actions,
"I used to have whimsical theories about the stars."
He chortled, amusing himself that he ever used be so fantasy-consumed.
"I believed that every star represented a person.
"Every second," he took a more serious tone,
"A star would take its leave.
Everything must die or disappear one day, as said before. Yet, a new would be born.
A flicker of hope for humankind."
He closed his eyes and admitted to his lady,
"I always wondered my star was."

"Then," he sobered once more,
"I realized I was wrong as time came to me and
greeted me to life."

"Well," the woman whispered lovingly,
wanting her words to have a meaning to them, to him,
"What if you were right all along?
Don't abandon and doubt that idea.
It's something that should be common knowledge."

Before thinking of the consequences, she gave planted her lips upon his forehead, making him almost frozen in surprise.
She rested her cheek against her and her partner's interlocked hands.
"I will be your star."

For the first time, the man let himself have faith in something so fairytale-like.
He kissed the back of their hands and blissfully breathed,
"It is a pure honor, M'lady."

With that, the celestial dome above seemed to glow brighter,
approving of their newfound role to play.