Yo! So..hi. I'm a total newbie. I just saw this picture of stars, and yeah it became this.

-Prologue-

There was a blanket of stars that day-that night. How should I say it? The stars were so bright that it illuminated his unusually smiling handsome face too much? His soft red locks, his defined jaw, his beautiful smooth white skin and most especially his shining hetero chromatic eyes of red and gold? Not that I would ever admit any of these though.

But there was one problem. It would've all been perfect if he was looking at me. But he wasn't. He was looking at her. He was always looking at her and only her. Every single time that she would come, our special moment broke. Like a fragile piece of glass. It would break. At first a crack, then it would slowly become tiny shards. I can even hear it noisily fall to the ground. It didn't stop there. As it falls to the ground, it gets stepped on. Again and again and again. By no one else but her. That oh so beautiful, angelic girl. He always called her his 'Empress'. And I hated it.

Now, back to that night. How long has it been since its just been the two of us? A week? A month? A year? This promised night of watching the fireworks together at OUR special place.

Our special place may have just been an unkempt field of tall grass and an old rusted swing, but it was our special place. The place where I first saw you with your cold and steely yet understanding eyes and the place where you first saw me, as embarrassing as it is, shedding anime-like huge tears along with my snot covered face.

And yet today, he brought her along. He promised that he wouldn't. I wonder if he even understood how much I missed his presence. How overjoyed I was that he actually promised that it would just be us. I remember how he grinned at me, that small grin that hardly ever appears on his face. Saying his excuses and ordering me to let it go, to forgive him.

Every single star-like word he said to me stuck to my brain forever.

And I hated him. I hated him so much for knowing I could never not forgive him. The stiff smile I forced myself to give him, that was the millionth time I did. Heck, I was probably teary-eyed, but no one would notice with the darkness of the night. And though it hurt like hell seeing him hold her hand all the time, I wouldn't say a word. More precisely, I couldn't. He was happy and that's all that mattered to me.

So as I watch the fireworks in the overwhelmingly ethereal sky, I'll hold everything in. All just because I love you.

Yup, I realized I was gay at the tender age of 10.

Three years has passed since then, and I still remember that night clearer than anything else in my bank of memories. Today is my first day as a highschool student, and somehow I can't seem to shake off this strange mashed-up feelings of hope and fear of the chance of seeing him again.