#10: Plough
"You're going to freeze to death," Fang remarked dryly from the glass doors leading out on to the hotel balcony. I shrugged, and Fang sighed, stepping forwards and placing his jacket over my shoulders. "What's up?"
"The plough." Fang gave me a strange look, and I allowed a small laugh, pointing to the constellation. "It's my favourite constellation."
"Oh," Fang said, frowning in confusion. "Why?"
"Because it's always there. We've been so many places, gone through so much, and The Plough has been the one constellation that I've always been able to see - no matter where I am." I shrugged, leaning forwards as Fang stood a little more upright next to me, regarding the collection of stars carefully.
After a while, he nodded slowly. "That's kind of…"
"Sad? Cheesy? Odd?" I reeled off, laughing a little.
Fang mock glared at me. "I was going to say cool," He shrugged. "But I'm pretty sure that all of them work."
I punches his shoulder, before allowing myself to be wrapped up in his arms. For a while the two of us simply stood and watched the stars, before I blushed a little.
"Fang, I hate to ruin the moment or whatever, but it really is kinda cold…"