[It transforms into another one of those moments. A quiet one, where the only ones who could hear their voices are the two of them, if there were anyone else around to hear them. With his eyes and lips only inches from hers, it's trying to get the next words out, her breath hitching somewhere in the middle of it, her gaze and voice flooding with understanding and the desire to finally seal that distance between their lips.]
Is it impossible? Say that it's possible.
[But then the music surges for its climax, and the lights that had been thrumming and building with their energy finally burst into a thousand more to paint the air around them into their very own colourful starry sky that rains down all around them—one unlike anything she's ever seen before.
It reminds her of that one night...]
How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine?
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Is it impossible?
Say that it's possible.
[But then the music surges for its climax, and the lights that had been thrumming and building with their energy finally burst into a thousand more to paint the air around them into their very own colourful starry sky that rains down all around them—one unlike anything she's ever seen before.
It reminds her of that one night...]
How do we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine?