Amethyst? I ask. Yeah? Amethyst had waist length purple hair and yellow eyes that pierced the darkness like a cat. She was wearing a pale pink nightgown, whereas I wore a pale blue one. Tomorrow you have to move to New York, right? . . . . Yes, I do Aria. She answered. We'll still be friends right? Even though we'll be miles away? Of course. She looked over at me and gave a faint smile. Tomorrows a far way away though, right now. So let's pretend this night last forever, ok? Forever sounds nice. I say, holding her hand. Outside the window a shooting star fell. Sometimes I wonder if shooting stars are actually stars who were banished from the heavens. Please. . . Even if there is no such thing as magic. I think. Please. . . . .

          I wanna be friends forever.