"I've told the stars about you." Love, the boy said to Hate, the girl.
"I've told them how special and different you are than the others, I've told them how you respect me and gave me the right to choose, I've told them how you reacted when I needed you, I've told them how you treated me in a way that no one has ever treated me before, I've told them how... how you loved me..." He said in a desperate way, getting more emotional as he speaks.
Hate didn't respond.
The boy cried, as he sat on the roof, looking at the night sky.
The stars pity the boy.
