The pitch black sky is illuminated by the art of fireworks. Aether turned 24, just three minutes ago. These fireworks were your gift for him. For five more minutes will the clouds be punctuated with your gift. After all, he was your best friend. You would go through ice and fire for him.

Your eyes moved away from the fireworks and back to him. The fireworks were reflected in his amber coloured eyes. And yet as beautiful as the fireworks in the sky are, he was the catch of your eye. The wind pushing his bangs to the side, his long blonde braided hair laying on his back, his pale and soft looking skin shining even brighter under the blazing moonlight. He was perfect.

A blush rose to your cheeks but you couldn’t take your eyes away from him. After a while he turned his head to you, obvious enough, he noticed your gaze. There was silence between the two of you for a brief moment. The same one that he broke with his quiet, warm, but also soft voice.

„You’re looking at me with those eyes… again.“

Your heart was pounding in your chest, it almost felt like it wanted to jump out of your ribcage. You swallow hard, trying to clear your throat that had formed a lump in just a few seconds.

„With what eyes?“

Your voice quiet just like the slight breeze that scurried through the city on this warm summer night.