The world fell away when Tony saw her. Because he knew that she was the light that his dimly lit path needed. Like the North Star, his own North Star, this girl was. And together they would light up the streets of this city that have been dark for too long. After all, people used stars as direction in the past. Why they had stopped this practice is the question that nagged Tony's mind the whole way home that evening. For if stars are so lovely, why would you stop gazing at them? Stop wondering about them? Stop loving them? Then the answer hit him; something better and brighter came along. And all those fools who still used those things above them were called crazy by others. But that won't happen to him. Because nothing, not even that light at the top of the Empire State building, could replace the glow, the light, the hope that she provides.
He told her that everything would be okay and that they would escape, but why did Maria find it was partly her fault they now had to slip away like a lost ship? The whirlwind of a disapproving world was the storm that blew their ship of its course. But Maria wanted to be that calm after the storm; when the breeze is calm and the sea is dotted with frothy bubbles. She wanted to aid in guiding that lost ship to safety. She wanted to put that ship back on its intended course of travel. Maria knew that there would be passing storms from time to time, but that's just fine. As long he was not hurt in the process, she could wait for that calm breeze.
One of them had escaped; it was the way that one had escaped that made it tragic. One of those passing storms came by, and this one was too strong even for him to withstand. As Maria sank to her knees, she whispered, much like that gentle breeze she hoped for, to him. Now it was her turn to say everything will be okay. But as the waves became to rough and the water too murky, Maria gave up hope. Because he needed more than a breeze to save him. When she knew that he was gone, the only thing she had left were the lingering ripples created by a ship in swift travel.
Tony gazed up to the stars, but only focused on one. As her voice became more and more difficult to hear, he was beginning to feel like one of those fools. One of those fools that quit on those stars. But he couldn't quit on his star. His star was different. And when she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, he gazed up at his star for one last time, Tony thought his star never looked more beautiful. Maybe that was why she let him take some of her stardust to keep.