Prologue

I sat upon the same grassy mound, I sat all those many years ago. In the same space I always sat. The grass which once grew in this spot had died. I leaned back, putting my hands on the fresh grass. I was still damp from the rain showers earlier on in the day. I sighed to myself, knowing once, I fell in love here, but that was a life time ago. I looked up to the shining stars, twinkling as ever. Nothing changed, but that night, when he took my hand in his, I saw a shooting star. I haven't seen one in all those years I have sat here. I sounds foolish but I can't find anything other plausible explanation, maybe it was him. Maybe he was my shooting star, and I let him go.

Five years ago

I was taking notes on the constellations, making sure I labelled each one correctly. I looked through my telescope, being once again submerged in my work. My parents always tried to turn my interests else were as it was not "suitable" for the heiress of a multi-million pound company to be so interested in stars. I never wanted their company, I didn't need or want that money and I was glad I was still too young to inherit it.

I heard a small thud and turned to see a young man sitting next to me. I turned to look at him, he grinned at me.

"Hey," he said.

I just stared at him, what did he think he was doing? No one ever bothered me here. I was disturbed everywhere else I went though. I hated people always coming up to me asking me for money as I was the daughter of Ben and Harriett Turner. I was never allowed to just be alone, I always had to "interact" with other people. I wasn't good with people, I never had been, I'd much rather lose myself in a book or my work. I was shy and awkward. It'd always been that way, very much to my parent's displeasure.

I heard my parents complain often "Oh Harriett, what are we to do? How can she be the new owner of Turner Industries? She cannot speak allowed in front of friends let alone strangers. She couldn't say boo to a goose."

I stood up and folded up my telescope and carried it under my arm. I walked away briskly.

"Hey, hey, hey," he called after me.

I ignored him and sped up. He grabbed my telescope.

"Oi!" I turned around and tried to grab it from him but he lifted it above his head.

I tried to jump to reach it but he moved it out my reach. I folded my arms chest and huffed. I didn't want to play childish games with this man.

"Sorry. I just wanted to talk," he said, here we go again.

"No! Just no!" I said my frustration building by the second.

"No? You didn't even know what I wanted to say," he complained.

I rolled my eyes. Of course I knew, I had this my whole life. I knew exactly what he was going to say. "Yes I do. You're gonna tell me some sob story that you can't afford to get your grandma a prosthetic leg or whatever and you desperately need my money, but you'll pay me back," I explained.

"Actually it's my grandfather," he laughed.

I tossed my head and turned away to storm off but he grab my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Seriously, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you, but I just thought, oh look someone star gazing. I thought maybe I could join you," he said.

I looked up at him and he smiled. I looked down and saw his fingers wrapped around my waist.

He jerked them back and said "Oh, sorry."

I blushed a violet shade.

"You're an astronomer?" I asked.

He laughed "Nah, just a star gazer."

He sat down on the grass, stretching his long legs out. He patted the bare piece grass, indicating for me to sit next to him. I apprehensively sat down next to him. He held my telescope to his chest, I reached out to grab it but he dropped it and took my hand instead. I watch my prize possession break into a hundred pieces. I gasped taking my other hand to slap him around the face but he took my other hand. I looked at him as he smiled. I didn't even know his name and he was holding my hands.

"Who are you?" I asked taking hands away from his.

"Oh and you're paying for my telescope mister," glaring at him.

He nodded. "Sorry 'bout that. Peter Jason Quill, at your service ma'am," he grinned another cheeky grin.

"Well Mr Quill," I began

"Please, no one calls Mr Quill. Please call me Peter. What your name star gazer?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes, hating my nickname.

"Jasmine Antonia Turner," I smiled.

I expected him to gasp in amazement as everyone normally did but he didn't he just nodded. It was nice for once, not to be noticed.

For a while we just sat there in silence, looking at the stars, not needing to talk. Both loving the beauty of the night sky.

He broke the silence with "I live in a place. A place where you can reach out and touch the stars." I looked at him, studying his face, to try and see if he was lying to me.

As far as I could tell, he was telling the truth.

"Where do you live then?" I asked inquisitively.

"Oh… A place…" he said, dodging my question. I sighed and looked back at the stars.

"A shooting star!" he exclaimed.

I saw it, a sharp bright light, soaring through the sky.

"Make a wish," he said turning to me.

Make a wish? Wishes never come true, but seeing the look in his green eyes I knew he wanted me to.

I sighed and admitted "I don't know what to wish for."

He took my hands in his own again and looked straight into my eyes. Making me blush, I turned away from his gaze. He lifted my chin up so I looked directly into his dreamy eyes. He looked his left hand and began stroking my cheek, I blushed violently again.

"I wish…" he began his tone soft and kind."I wish for this… For me and you never to end. I wish for you Jasmine," he smiled such a sweet smile.

I yearned to lean in and kiss him right now, but I knew that would be the wrong thing. I only just met him and I was falling to quickly in love with him. He broke my telescope. Do you remember that Jasmine? Or are you so love-struck to see straight? My thoughts bombarded me but I ignored them. I was blinded, that was for sure. He leaned in still touching my cheek but some instinct inside me made me jerk back. He opened his eyes and looked at me, confused.

"I think… This going too fast. But…" I scribbled down my phone number on a post stick and gave to him. "Call me some time though Peter," I smiled and got up.

He stood up and brushed the grass off his trousers.

"Till we meet again. I'll get you that new telescope, I promise. And if you like, I'll show you the stars," he told me.

I beamed at him before turning to leave. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. I giggled and walked away. My heart aflutter.

I stood up, feeling the pang of hurt remembering how he never called me back. I wiped away the silent tear falling from my eye. I looked to my left hand which had my engagement ring on it. Pull yourself together Jasmine. You moved on. You're getting married next month. It was just a stupid wish, on a shooting star.