Honk honk, here it is! Again from the unbelievable remonrime. This fanfiction is currently ongoing and turning into a wonderful read. Written in believable first person, the shorter chapters become unbelievably sweet. It’s a personal favorite. :oB Please enjoy.
Summary: “Why is there purple paint in your backyard?”
Archive of Our Own (AO3 one is 2 chapters behind the FF.net version. The one on FF.net is always updated first.)
You’ve never seen a shooting star before, or maybe you have but never realized it. Either way, the stream of vivid white light that’s lighting up the sky like a firework sure looks neat! It’s practically ripping through the night, shadowing over twinkling stars and leaving trails of glitter and fading light after its wake.
“Stay here,” you tell him, swiveling around. When you’re nearly out the door, you halt and turn around again. “Oh! I didn’t get your name, sorry. What is it?”
There’s a moment of silence that leaves the room completely quiet. It’s not a really awkward silence, but it is kind of unsettling. And then finally, he answers.