In the shimmering world that is called space, there once lived a star. She was only a few decades old, and she was an intermediate mass star, just like a popular star called the Sun. She had a few more billion years to go before becoming a red giant, but she could take all the time she needed before quietly fading.

She was one day sitting, watching this one particular human that interested her.

As she sat at her murky nebula once more, she sighed a heavy sigh as she saw another beautiful supernova from another galaxy. It was a powerful sight to behold indeed, but after seeing it so many times, she had gotten tired. Although high mass stars only ended their majestic lives every few million years, the lonely star always saw the elderly group die before her.

Calming herself down, she continued to watch a dishearten man look at the death of his friend. Blood seeped onto his clothes, as his friend was bleeding in a deadly red, losing practically all. Was there really so much blood in a human? She didn't know, as she wasn't one of them.

Watching some more, she stopped. The nebula that she was sitting on was forming into a star. Now, she had to hop to another, as she didn't want to mess up the dizzying rotation from the new star. With a leap, her heart sped as she continued to watch the man. He was called a murderer, but in the star's eyes, he wasn' friend was hit by a car. It wasn't his fault! But the discouraged man continued to appear like he was blaming himself.

No... This can't go on.

A star nearby, one that lived with her at one of the arms of the Milky Way, commented that she should do something about it.

"You always watch that man, all the time! That was around ten years now, ain't it?" The star burned a bright blue colour. It glowed brightly, almost wanting the star beside it to melt. Her colour was red, a star with the lowest heat.

A shooting star whipped right by them, and the star continued to talk. "Why don't you make a wish to Zeus?"

"The god of gods? What ever for?"

"You know that man is grieving. I mean... look at him!" The star gave one quick rotate to indicate his direction. He could clearly see who the other star was looking at. He shook his whole body, giving a breathy sigh, and releasing a cloud among the repeating night sky.

"What?"

"Maybe you should go down there. It would be nice if he knew someone like you."

If the star had a face, it would have blushed brighter than its own surface. "WHAT?"

"I'm just saying... I mean, he... oh my. He almost looks like he might kill himself."

"WHAT?" The star repeated. She whipped to see what her friend was talking about. The man was standing over his friend, and his hands were gripping onto a single blade. It didn't take an Einstein to know what he was going to do with it. "What should I do?"

"Make a wish, you dunderhead! Look! There's a meteor shower now! Hurry up and pray to Zeus!"

"And wish for what?"

"Just make the damn wish!"

The showered comets and meteors were visible to the two, along with the other stars that were hanging around to see them. The meteor shower were like a group of rare singers that came and go. To us celestial bodies, they were rare to even us. But once we saw them, they were equal to a shooting star on Earth. They could grant a wish.

"I... I want to be some help to that man!"

In an alley, filled with disgusting and putrid rats and their dead siblings, Kuon stared up at the starry sky. There was a meteor shower. Why was something so beautiful happening right after the death of Rick? Why was the sky so happy? Or was it rubbing it in that he killed his friend?

If Rick never had met me, then he would still be alive. He wouldn't be cold and dead as if... There was no need for similes. His friend was dead, and there was no need to compare him to anything else. How can you even compare something to the dead?

"Rick, I should have died in your place, shouldn't I? And I'm alive... I don't deserve to live, so why am I?" He lifted his tainted hands, filled with Rick's blood. They were now a rusty burgundy, giving off the stink of iron.

Tina, who was stilling hugging Rick's body, spat, "I can't believe you were even born! You don't deserve the name, Hizuri!"

He was starting to agree with her. From the corner of his eye, he saw a blade lying on the asphalt.

Tensed at whether this was a sign, he bent over, immediately snatched it.

"Rick... I'm coming for you..."

Immediately having the will to slash his own beating heart, warmth invaded his veins. Someone was touched him. When he looked over to who was holding his hand, who was brave enough to touch the demon he had become, he saw the warmth of golden eyes.

He couldn't make out who it was, but he was sure he never seen her before.

She didn't look scared at the splattered blood on his pure white clothes, and she didn't look like she was frightened at the unconscious bodies near them.

There was Rick's body, still spilling, but she still stayed put.

Tina, who was waiting for his death, was shouting at the girl that she preventing him from committing suicide. Her warm hands continued to have contact with his ice-cold ones. She was ignoring Tina's warning. She was near a monster like him.

"Wh-why are you...?" Kuon couldn't make out his words as he saw the girl suddenly hugging his waist. She was like a little kitten that refused to leave after being bitten by the neighbour's dog. She stayed, wanting to play, until the big, mean dog started getting used to her company.

Her golden eyes shimmered, similar to the stars up above, and she whispered, "Don't take your life away so willingly. Please... there are people who want you here on Earth. You just haven't opened your eyes yet."

If the beginning is confusing, look up the answers in a textbook! I found it kinda interesting about the life cycle of a star, and it kinda gave me an idea for a fanfic!