Pisces Joint ⇒ complete

6

After a day of being overworked and packing her things, she cannot bring herself to travel to the field. She peers out her window, barely being able to see him through the street lamps that corrupts her sight. 

"Eight!" she screams, seeing him cry in the sky. She feels as though she may reach her hand out and graze his cheek. His flesh cheek, but she knows she may only wish.

She sees his radiant glow pop in an endless rhythm. In a way he's never before. She races out of her apartment, nothing more on than a grey tank top and matching shorts.

She runs into the street, barefoot, having street lamps guide her view directly to him.

"Please don't leave me, Eight! Even if I cannot see you, I need you to be okay. You're too beautiful to die in this Universe. I don't know where you will go. Where we go."

Before her baby blues, he falls, whispering, unintelligible words in her ear as his celestial body swims the sea of stars.