Smoking cigarettes on the roof, you look so pretty and she loves this view. That was what Atari was thinking as she sat next to you on the rooftop, cigarette in her hand. Watching the smoke leave her lips, before going in for another puff.

“The stars look so beautiful tonight.” She states, breaking the peaceful silence between you too. Yet, this silence wasn’t awkward. It was anything but awkward.

Despite how bright and beautiful the stars were, Atari couldn’t help but notice they paled in comparison to the beauty you behold.

Yes, you’d always be the most beautiful in her eyes. If she could she’d admire you, from close up and afar for eternity.