For Kay, who's awesome. You were the first person who ever dedicated a fic to me. You're always (always) there to chat and your reviews and favorites keep me going. :)

-Nina xx

I. He still said 'bunny, bunny' at the beginning of every month. He blew out the candles on his cake, and wished on eyelashes. He dreamed.

II. When she saw shooting stars, she closed her eyes and recited everything wrong with her world. She hadn't wished in a long, long time.

III. Her middle name dragged her down. She wasn't Aunt Luna. She didn't wish or dream or see invisible creatures flying around her ears. Life was better when you shut up and accepted reality. She had dreamt too, once. Those pretty pink pointe shoes that were supposed to be laced around her feet? Watch Molly dance away in them. That shiny blond hair, slick Malfoy voice, forbidden love story? No Lil, all Rose's. That bottle of blue hair-dye that still waited on her dresser. You have such beautiful blond hair, Lily, that's why we gave you your middle name. A birthday cake with frosting roses, and winking candles? Isn't it perfect, Lily? You and Lysander can share a birthday. You'll have so much fun with Aunt Luna's family. You two have so much in common.

IV. In a weird, messed up way, she liked to break down other people's dreams. After all, she had always been a strange, twisted girl. Nothing at all like her namesake. It was the broken looks on their faces after she tore the dreams down that killed her, though. Why did they have to cling so tightly? She had let go of her security blanket a long time ago.

V. "You're going to fall out the window."

"Hmm."

"What do you see out there, anyway?"

"Stars."

Make him speak more then one syllable, Lily, dare you.

"What, gonna wish on the one that shoots by first?"

"'course, don't you?"

"Why the hell would I want to wish on a star?"

"It comes true."

"In your dreams, Lysander."

"Really."

"The closest star is 25,300,000,000,000 miles away, it's made out of dust and ashes, and you'll die before it comes near enough for it to even think about hearing your freaking wishes."

He didn't look upset. He didn't look mad. He definitely had heard her, hadn't he? Who did he think he was, just standing there and thinking about it?

"I can still try."

"I-I gue- No, no you can't. It's not worth your breath."

"You can still try too, Lily."

VI. She wasn't Luna and she never would be. She wasn't a dreamer or a wisher or a hoper. She was Lily Luna, and she was taking it step by step. Before you can love anyone else, you have to believe in yourself.

VII. He still said 'bunny, bunny' at the beginning of each month. She stayed up until midnight last night, and if she crossed her fingers and whispered, what of it? We all change.