Combeferre had got all that he had wanted. A successful revolution for his beautiful country, a fresh start. But, but. Something was amiss within him. He had no idea what it could be. That... pull he felt when he looked into the stars on a clear night. What was this beautiful feeling?
He was lying on a grassy knoll, stars shining brighter than ever. Then. He saw it with every cone and rod in his whole eyes. But a pure speck, but... Beautiful. That was all Combeferre could say of his first impression of the love of his life, the planet Venus.
Twirling his dirty blonde hair between his fingers, he realized that he was truly a madman. Sane people do not love planets. That was certain. A tear streaked down his cheek, similar to a shooting star that was going by that very moment.
Immediately he could tell that something was different. There was no longer that aching feeling in his gut, or hmmm, breath in his lungs. He could feel it being sucked out, an entirely unpleasant feeling. He decided he might as well open his eyes before death. Oh. There was Venus. He could just. Reach. And_