I wanted you to stay (but you are always leaving)

Three

Jennie is lying on a soft surface looking intently at the sky.

Above, billon stars shine brightly, their glow glorious, unbothered by any source of artificial light.

The moon is full, porcelain white, and it stands out proudly among the uncountable dots.

It's absolutely breathtaking, and it actually takes Jennie a while to notice that she's not alone.

Just besides her, her companion breathes evenly, their presence as warm and comforting as ever.

Jennie doesn't even try to turn around this time.

Her eyes catch the sight of a shooting star soaring in the sky.

Jennie tries to think of a wish, but she struggles to find an appropriate one.

She wants many, many things.

And there are some things she's not even sure to crave anymore.

The brunette furrows her brow as she watches the celestial body still moving, almost in slow motion, and she doesn't have a lot of time to think about the limited possibilities of staring at a shooting star for such a long time, because she feels her companion's hand taking hers with an almost impossible softness.

Their fingers interlock almost shyly, and Jennie can feel her cheeks heating up almost embarrassingly.

Her heart quickens its pace.

A nice, soothing warmth blooms in her chest, and Jennie feels herself smiling giddily.

Just at that moment, the brunette's companion starts rubbing their thumb against her skin.

Jennie closes her eyes for a moment.

When she opens them, the shooting star is still making its way throughout the sky.

Jennie breathes evenly.

A whish, she thinks.

What do I wish for?

She feels a slender arm embracing her waist.

Jennie sighs.

A small nose traces her neck delicately, and the brunette relishes in the feeling the gesture produces in her heart.

When soft lips kiss her jaw softly, Jennie feels her eyes tearing up with contained emotions.

She watches as the shooting star gets closer to the horizon.

Jennie knows her dream is coming to an end.

So, she wishes.

And slowly, everything begins to turn space blue.

-

Jennie opens her eyes only to realize that she has been crying.

It doesn't matter much.

Her chest is still full with the emotions poured in her dream.

She lets a small noise escape her mouth as she stretches her limbs, reality starting to become more and more clear.

Jennie's happiness diminishes considerably.

As she finally gathers enough will to wake up, she spots the picture she left on her nightstand before falling asleep.

She stares at it for a moment before preparing herself for her long, long day.

She feels somehow reassured.

Jennie doesn't check her phone.

-

"All I said is that we are going to be business women, not prominent mathematicians. Most of what we pretend to learn in that class is never going to be applied!"