“Do you think that what you wish will come true when a star falls?” you asked.

You were lying on the grass, it was a summer night and you were looking at the falling stars.

Charles rolled over from his back to lie on his side, supporting his head with his hand.

“I hope so,” he whispered as he looked into your eyes.

“What did you wish for?” you looked at him.

“If I tell you, it won't come true,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.