They were lying on their backs counting stars.
He pointed up towards a constellation.
She traced it in the air above her.
The moment didn't feel real, both of them thought.
So they both painted the memory in the back of their minds. With bright colors, as bright as the night stars. With vivid strokes to imprint it permanently.
But they were so busy feeling remorse for the moment that would soon be lost, than just enjoying it before time passed.
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