After a day full of emotions, Julia relaxes while looking at the stars.
Her eyes shine, reflecting the lights from the sky. Her eyes are so clear that I can see the reflex of the constellations.
«It's beautiful,» she says, turning to check if I'm looking as well.
In a certain sense, I am. I can see the stars in her eyes.
«Very beautiful,» I comment.
She smiles, and her lips land on mine. I'm still amazed at how natural it feels when she does something like this.
Then, she splits abruptly. Her pupils widen while she looks at something behind my back. Judging from the angle and the way her gaze moves from up to down, it's a shooting star.
«You can see plenty from here,» I explain, wrapping a lock of her hair around my finger.
Her fingers clench my shoulders while she stands on tiptoe to have a better view. She could ask me to move aside, but I like this option more.
