Note #1: This is my first fan fiction story. Hopefully it's not too horrible? ; A ;
Note #2: Inspiration from 星に願いを (Wish Upon a Star) by フランプール (Flumpool). ^ ^
Note #3: And this is going to be a multi-chapter story, and I'll probably update regularly (hopefully).
Wish on a Star
{Prologue}
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It was the first time I was able to see her in a month.
I was surprised that I could last even over a week without her, but I did. It was painful, terrifying, and it made me want to go insane, but I was somehow able to keep my sanity.
So, to say that I missed her would be an understatement.
I thought that I'd see her with her usual sweet smile.
I thought that I'd see her with her usual twinkling eyes.
I thought that I'd see her with her usual bright aura.
"What... happened?" I asked suddenly. My voice sounded slightly shaky; unreasonably unstable. Her eyes were directed at her lap, as if she was afraid of looking at me. Then, I realized, so far today, she hasn't looked at me even once.
She smiled slightly. "Nothing happened, don't worry about me. How was the trip?" Her voice sounded monochromatic, robotic. I kept staring at her, and then I realized that she was shaking, just slightly.
Her skin was dramatically paler than it was before. Her dull blue eyes that almost looked gray were surrounded by dark circles. Her body looked smaller, thinner, weaker. The black sweater she was wearing looked so baggy, even though a month ago, it fit perfectly right.
Her pink hair was the only part of her that stood out, but even her hair looked faded.
She was smiling at me, but it looked so forced, so strained, so numb. It was as if she didn't have a choice. It looked so unnatural, like it shouldn't be there.
Was this really the girl I knew a month ago?
I inhaled.
"W-what happened?" I asked again. My voice sounded even shakier than before, despite my effort to sound solid and steady.
"Nothing." How could she sound so indifferent? Our entire conversation so far has been so cold, so frozen.
I felt like I was talking to a complete stranger.
"Please... stop lying to me." I croaked out. My throat felt like it was closing up.
How pitiful do I look right now?
But seeing her like this...
She suddenly lifted her face to look at me. Her eyes were locked with mine, and I wondered if she could see the anxiety in my eyes. She smiled a disturbingly spurious smile and I felt my heart drop.
"I'm not lying. I promise."
