Wow it's been a long time since I posted anything. Sorry! School owns my soul. Anyway, this is just a drabble I thought of last night. I think it's cute.


He first met the blonde on a lonely winter night. He had been walking through the softly falling snow with no particular destination in mind, watching his breath disappear into the frigid air.

The blonde had been watching the town's lights dance below the bridge, mimicking the stars above.

He passed the blonde without much thought, yet he could feel someone's prickling gaze on his back as he walked. He turned, and by chance their eyes met. It felt like fate when he joined the blonde by the railing.

Neither spoke for a moment, but nothing needed to be said. Eventually, he broke the silence by asking what the blonde was doing alone on such a night.

He wasn't expecting an answer and barely contained his shock when the blonde lowered his eyes once more to the town below.

"Watching the stars," was the soft answer.


Happy holidays! Thanks for reading!