spilled ink

Whisper

"Do you know I'm deeply infatuated with the sky, especially during at night?" She said as she gaze up the midnight sky, laying down on the hood of a car. "How can you not fall to it? The moon and the stars together, so ethereal."

Humming in agreement. "Really how come?" He asked.

"I just have this strong connection to it, you know." She muttered quietly. "It calms me honestly."

Minutes passed, just gazing at the wonder of the sky. The moon illuminating at their faces.

"Can I ask you to do something?" Through his peripheral vision, he saw her slowly nod.

Another minute passed...

"Close your eyes," the girl did it. "And let your dreams pass right through you lips as you whisper them softly at the stars."

"Do I need to say my dreams out loud?" She felt him shrugged. "Its up to you,"

She nodded,

"You,"