It was a normal busy working day, with the holidays just around the corner, and the cold seasonal air starting to sweep in. The lights around the city were singing like an orchestra in a festive melody.

They decided to meet, the boy and the girl. It was outside the train station, in the middle of a hundred passers-by - two strangers among others, stumbled a sense of familiarity lingering in each other's eyes, as if they have already seen each other from another universe.

The night started out awkwardly, but then invited into earnest conversations, throwing questions into each other akin to dancing in a fast paced music. It was as though if one stop, the wall will break and reveal a kind of affection that has somehow always been there.

She asked him about the book he's currently reading. He asked her about the places she has been. She asked him about the music he likes. He asked her about the kind of job she has. They talked, and talked; and dig one another's rooted persona. The night ended with their hands clasped together, and a mystic kind of feeling hovering, but no one dares to speak.


In an old commercial building, the two strangers, the boy and the girl met again. They ate steamed barbecue, and it was her first time. There's nothing special about it, he said. I still want to try, she answered back. But the truth is, it was just her excuse to see him again.

"Sit beside me, will you?", said the boy somehow irritated.

"Why?", the girl answered.

"Don't stare at me. You're making me uneasy." he replied shyly.

It was his eyes that she liked the most. The eyes are the windows to the soul, they say. And from those windows, she saw sadness, and how he's trying to hide something from her, from the universe. But she did not say this loud enough for him to hear, instead, she leaned forward and kissed him.

The boy found solace, and reprieve on the girl. She slowly turned to be his own little star, luminous and familiar with her unique appealing characteristics. And to her, his laughter was like a warm blanket or a familiar song, comfortable and homely. They continued seeing each other, hearing one another's stories, laughing together, and doing silly things. Two very lonely people, unaware of the million possibilities they might end up with.


On the day before Christmas, the boy needed his star, desperately and longingly. But it was that moment they realized, in the midst of the blinding joy that existed in the heated space between them, there was a feeling of despondent yearning, like a vehemently flaming fire, ready to burn all those times they have shared together.

He was sad, and desolate. And he did not know where it all were coming from. Still, there she was, ready to absorb all his blues away. She had sought the love she thought she sowed — gripping with both hands while losing all her senses, trying to save him. The vast space that they have filled with affection, and adventures gradually evolved into blanket of nothingness. The star slowly lost its sparkle, like a flickering dragon fly, waiting for its inevitable death.

The boy did not want to be saved, and the girl can only do so much.

The boy and the girl did not meet again, and they would probably regret that one chance they didn't even try, out of all those million possibilities.


Where does their story fit, anyway?