Shooting stars are so beautiful and yet so rare that they've become the granter of impossible wishes. And now that you've left me, the only thing I can do is make a wish upon a shooting star, hoping for your return. So if my wish will eventually be granted, why does it still feel like a piece of me is missing? (something like that) 1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjN1mRyitMN
A short story I wrote a while ago. I hope you'll like it.1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQH7I2MCj2H
