It was another one of those nights. The time was two and I was still up. I
had reviewed all the documents on my desk, so that wasn't keeping me up.
It was not the stress of being eighteen and a Vice Foreign Minister between
the Earth and the colonies. What was keeping me up was thinking about him
again. Even after not seeing him for two years he is still on my mind. Yes,
it was crazy for me to fall in love with a person who wanted to kill me. He
was and still is called the Perfect Soldier. That name makes meet people
fear him but I don't. I guess it is because I can see past his mask. I go
out on to my balcony and look at the stars. They are so beautiful. I wonder
if he is looking at them? The night is chill so I go to get a blanket plus
the teddy bear he gave me. I also grabbed a book. I go back out and see a
shooting star. I make a wish hoping it would come true. In the middle of my
book I started to feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Ignoring
it I keep reading in till I hear footsteps. I turn and there he is. The
brown hair, Prussian eyed boy I fell for.
