The stars were what she liked most about the sky. Then, they started to fall.

The warmth getting closer, the faint sound of whistling crashing through the sky.

The sparkle never faulting once.

The breath of the star.

The heat it pierced through my body.

My hand reaching up to feel, colliding with the edges that felt warm against it. The sparkle transferring into me. The brightness that made my day.

Filling my eyes.

My lungs.

My core.

I could feel myself falling and falling without a parachute. And when I finally landed away, my lips still craved for more. My heart beating. My mind wondering.

Wondering if she was still falling, just like I was.

My star.