Star || M,C

Prolouge type thing?

It was a sunny day, not to much contrary, in Australia. Chloe sat crossed-legged in the center of four chairs.
Chairs that used to be occupied.
She slowly placed her hand above the fire. She sighed retreating her hand.

Not the time Chloe.

You see, Chloe chose the wrong group of friends- it wasn't that they were bad friends- they were temporary.

They weren't forever.

Chloe always thought that the stars resembled a lost soul. Each and every day one more would be added upon the list.
One
Two
Three
It was never ending.

Chloe's obsession with stars never failed to amuse her friends. But their obsession with being stars never failed to amuse her.

Michael, was one of her temporary friends. They didn't want to leave. But then again they had to.

You see, Chloe wanted to reach the stars, and Michael wanted to be one.

That was how it was.

That was how it always was.

Until that day.