It was like a needle in a hay stack, you can't find it to remove it. Like the aching pain in your chest while you stared at him whilst he stared at her and her purple hair shining beneath the moon's glow. You ached to be her, to be looked by him with so much desire and longing.

You admitted your feelings but never received a clear answer from him, leaving you hanging on a thin rope. He knows that you know. That he likes her better yet he can't admit, he won't. He'll lose you though he knows you're slowly drifting from him.

You turn your gaze back to the stars, sitting beside Sam who was oblivious to the tension and continued ranting about band practices. At least someone liked talking to you...

Sebastian never really got the catch on why you never fell for Sam instead when you two cling to each other hip to hip. His focus was cut once Sam yelled "SHOOTING STAR!" while standing up to point at it.

"...Make a wish." He says to you, eyeing you from your side.