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) 1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRgv4CCT7Q0
A short story I wrote a while ago. I hope you'll like it.1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4rNmXWtowK
