I reached up and brushed away the stars that had landed on his eyelashes. The dewy moisture was dripping off the corners of his eyelid and when he blinked the fluid ran across his cheeks and down his chin to splash softly on my forehead. Each droplet stung as I remembered the wish I had made. I wondered if he ached as I did. If so, he was clever at hiding it.
The blank canvas he had made for us on a blanket of universe was colder than I had imagined it. But then, maybe the stars were wrought with bad dreams and reminders of the past. I let go of his hand.
A meteor screamed past us. My heart leapt wildly and I was sorry I had let go. My mind seemed made up only of regrets.