I rested my head on her shoulder and sighed,”We should watch the sunsets more often, star.” She looked down at me, eyes sparkling, “remember why you call me star?”

I read through my memories, “It was the first sunset we both saw together. We both headed to the beach at night to stargaze and I saw you reading a book. The beach was empty but I didn’t want you to be alone so I sat near you. You looked up from your book and waved to me so I asked what the book was about. The page flipped and you showed me the beautiful constellations. Surprisingly we both came there at the same time and you said stars were your favorite thing”.

Her mellifluous voice captivated me, “I will always remember that time. Never forget those amazing moments.” I looked at her with admiration that she could be so blithe when we never know if something is going to pop up. Her brown hair is long, wavy, and luscious. She has freckles sprinkled on her have like brown sprinkles. Her white hoodie and loose black leggings make her look pulchritudinous. We brought our gaze to the sky and looked at the comely moon. I laid back in the grass and put my arm down so she could rest her head. She laid down and looked at the sky. It was very placid and calming looking for new stars. She got a notification and sat up to look at her phone.

She looked at me with a sad smile and says, “The sunset is beautiful isn’t it?” She handed me a piece of folded paper and I became worried about her. Her eyes seemed to be on the verge of tears and I just realized her mascara is smudged unlike normal. She stood up and ran off back to her house. Her phone was still there so I started running towards the house. I wonder why she was sad. Why did she ask me to not forget those amazing moments? Why did she ask if I thought the sunset was beautiful? I walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

Elm answered the door and wrapped her arms around my neck saying, “I love you so much, never forget that please.” Her eyes were squeezed shut and she started balling. She sprinted to her room and her mom walked up, “I’m sorry Mauricio, but read the paper and all your questions will be answered.” She held out her hand for Elm’s phone so I gave it to her. I walked off the steps and opened the note…

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