Upon a time a watchmaker lived in a small village, and one day when the watchmaker was about 6 a shooting star landed in the village and thats when the star-girl came, the watchmaker and star became best friends or at least the watchmaker believed so they grew, and grew and at about 11 years they were very close and the watchmaker found that she had feelings for the star she confessed feeling oddly comfortable doing so, she did this every day for a week.....the star ignored her confessions and fell in love with a boy made of ashes..... The watchmaker told herself that she didnt actually have feelings for the star but, as time clicked on her own watches she became more dreadful, and desperate she tried to sing for the star hoping to make her fall in love with her but she was too nervous to sing... The watchmaker even got a amulet of rose that helped people be open to new love and relationships.....months went by and the watchmaker felt alone
