Rating: PG13
Summary: This story about a two friends who have know each other all ther lives. Then one day everything they once share doesn't seem to matter to one of them. April wants to know the truth about that night but she doesn't know what she in for.
Prologue.
Each night April look out her window up at the night sky and wish for something more.
"Curtis, look at how bright the stars look tonight. I mean isn't so beautiful"
"April there the same star we been looking at since we been 6 years old. Remember the time I slept over and we climbed up on the roof and stay there almost all night. Hum your mom was so mad at us she flip out."
"Yeah, that was a fun night and the last time you ever look at the sky with the same love that I have for it. What happened the next day? Why did you stop believing in wishes and dreams? You loved the stories my mom to us, when we were under, about the sky , the sun, moon, stars. You use too live for those kind for things"
"Use too! Look April I don't..."
"Want to talk about it" imitating him "I know you always say that but one day could you tell me?
You've been my best friend for as long as I remember and it'd be nice if I know just how you feel... Not just have to guess. You don't have to tell me now but one day just maybe" Hoping he not just shut down on her. April prayed for the friend she once knew.
"One day but not today... Listen I'm tired call you tomorrow, um well at school I mean. Night April"
"Kay, Night Ci."
(Click, dial tone)
"What happen to you hunnie? Why won't you tell me?" A tear ran down April right cheek. "If you the stars grant me but one wish let him forever or forget what happen that day. Give him that peace or help him find what he needs to find" April clean for the tear on her face, closed the window and settled into bed. Still thinking of Curtis she wanted to help so badly but she knew nothing she did could help him. Nor did she knew what he saw that night would affect her just the same. No wishes, dreams, or prayers could ease the pain and the tear that will soon come from the truth that has yet to unfold.