The meteor shower was a wondrous, but terrifying sight. Thousands of flying space rocks plummeting into the atmosphere and shriveling up into a husk of nothingness. I had seen the meteors before; they had twinkled in the sky a few times earlier, but they had always seemed distant. Too far away to be real, not part of our world. The sky was putting on a show and her and me were the only audience.
I saw her face illuminated in the dim glow of her lantern. She looked up at the sky with her eyes glistening with the yet-to-arrive morning dew. She seemed entranced by the faraway spectacle that drew the attention of the trees and the sand and the stars, whose stage was stolen by the boisterous meteors.
She robotically tilted her head down. She was holding a thin pencil; its point had dulled as it had given its strength to the power of a burgeoning artist. She was sketching what she saw in the sky above her. I don't know how she could do it. I couldn't think of how anyone could express the fading rain in heavens into something on paper. He had seen her charcoal etchings before, but tonight the lone pencil was her weapon of choice.
She turned her head again. It Ascended to sky as the warmth of the night seemed to swallow her up. I sensed a change in her eyes. She seemed to have fear in her stare. For the first time, she looked at me with her concerned fixation.
"What if a shooting star hits the islands?" Namine asked with great worry.
"If a shooting star comes this way, I'll hit it right back into outer space!" I said.