Although the stars tell many tales, there is one that not even the stars can beg to comprehend. She's always watching, even though she already know everything about you. Like a moth drawn to a flame, this dear Astronomer was infatuated with the mere idea of you.

How could someone so beautiful even be within this odd world?

"Don't.. go.."

The sleepy girl whispered from her desk, her head laying on her papers with a tired expression. Her honey gleamed eyes looked to yours, desperate.