"you're a star," you said.
i can't help but laugh, contemplating whether to feel flattered or offended. your forehead creased, your eyes a visible confusion upon understanding the mockery in my smile.
"i'm a star, you say?" you nodded your head slowly, like you're starting to feel uncertain with the words you let go through your mouth. "am i star because i am beautiful, or am i star because i am distant and dying?"
your lips turned into a straight line, your eyes averted downward, hands down, but your feet kept on moving on a certain pattern like you're embarrassed and speechless and sorry.
"i'm—"
"that's fine. i probably am."