Poisoned Star

She looked up to the star for comfort, but she couldn't reach it. As she tried to reach for it, she found that the star isn't the twinkling star she thought it would be.

The star is a poisoned star. The more she needs it, the more it harms her.

He is her poisoned star. She wants him but she can't have him.

"But... is there such thing as poisoned star?" he asks, killing the vibe.

"Of course, there isn't,"

"Yeah... because all stars are dead. Stars are just dead things."

She looks up at the sky. That is something she clearly knows, that she has always known as a star lover. "Perhaps that's is why I called us stars. Because there's no such thing as twinkling stars, it is just a childish concept. Like us. There is no 'we'. There is no 'us'. There can never be you and me."