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stars

"You can talk to the stars, you know?"
she said, far too sleepily to comprehend what she was saying.

He, on the other hand, had a lot on his mind, composing music, another English test, the half-asleep girl laying next to him. However, his lips turn to a small smile as she continued to mumble.

"They're millions and millions of year old, far wiser than anyone we know." The fairy lights draped across the room made her eyes sparkle as she stared up at the ceiling, plastered in glowing stars. All he could look at was her.

His room had never seemed empty to him. Quite the contrary, as instruments were lined against the wall, action figures and stuffed animals scattered around. But now it felt truly filled, lived in, and warm, as the bright eyed girl laid upon his childhood bed.

"They'll listen, even after they've burnt out. For thousands of years their light will continue to guide you."
His breath hitched as her half-lidded gaze shifted from the ceiling to him. He felt exposed, as if she were looking right into his very being. But it wasn't unpleasant. Though it felt raw, it also felt natural, he felt at ease. He momentarily glanced down at his hand, which hand intertwined with hers at some point. He didn't know when it had happened, but he wouldn't overthink it. Whatever they did, it felt natural.