Umber would sigh as he watches the stars in the sky on his balcony of his room. The stars were beautifully lit.
A little shooting star flew past the dark sky "I can't belive it.." Umber would whisper.
Umber then walked over to his bead, laying down on it "I can't belive I did that..' he would mutter, a tear falling down his cheek and hitting the carpet floor, soaking into the carpet.
Umber would look up at the ceiling and close his eyes "I can't belive it.."
