"I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
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Amu sits on her bed and cranes her neck toward the window, leaning her forehead against the cool glass, and watches the planes go by.
She watches them fly overhead — soaring like shooting stars across the powder blue sky, stark against the fading light, twinkling in the last rays of the setting sun — and she wonders where they could take her.
She wonders where in the world they've been. Where they're going. How high they've flown…
By her reckoning, most of them are incoming. Most of them have already seen the world and sailed its skies and now they glide homeward bound, gently descending into the city. And so, watching those little, pin-prick planes touch down on Japanese soil, Amu sits there and wonders…
When will he be on that next plane home?
Because she's waited so long. So, so unbelievably long she has waited, sat there in the silence beside her window and, though she doesn't care to admit it, she misses him.
She misses his voice. She misses his music. She envies his freedom.
Amu tells herself she doesn't need him. She tells herself she's off her head. She insists she's far too 'cool and spicy' for the likes of him…
But his very being is intoxicating — his music hypnotic and his touch electric and she thinks his wanderlust is catching because more and more she sits beside her bedroom window and in her head she lives out fantasies of foreign rendezvous, dreams of wandering city streets and getting lost in the lands beneath the stars.
When she's lucky, the clouds part at night and above an entire galaxy spreads out before her very eyes, piercing and glittering despite the city lights.
The stars... They make her feel infinite. They spread, washed out across the sky so far above and Amu smiles, for they are truly limitless. Unbridled is their twinkling gleam; unhindered is their light. They weave paths and constellations across the night and they are so, so many…
There are so many stars. And they form so many paths — so many possibilities.
Amu stands on her balcony and, amidst the heavens, she spots them still — little, flashing red dots streaking across the night.
And, again, she is reminded of him.
His eyes, his hair, his music… They all blend in. The night fits him so perfectly, she thinks, and still she dreams of midnight and cobalt, lulled to sleep by the symphony of strings.
She hopes that he will be on that next plane home.
But, for now, she thinks she can wait a little longer.
She can wait and hope and pray and still she can sit beside her window and let her dreams take her away to distant places.
Because Amu loves the sky. The sky is endless. It is limitless. When she is feeling lost, all she has to do is turn her head upward to be reminded that this world is boundless... And she can go wherever she likes. She can take any path the stars lay out for her.
She wants to see it all — she wants to break free and spread her wings…
And, most of all, she wants to travel with him.
Because, if some day she looks up at the clouds and finds that shooting star come soaring back to earth, she won't let him go.
No… Next time, she's flying with him.
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A/N: So… I found this tucked away in my drafts and I have no idea how old it is. I'm not even sure what my point was? I don't know, I just thought it would be a shame to scrap it, so here you go, have some subtle amuto I guess.