The stars were different that night.
Brighter.
Closer.
Noé and Lysira sat on the rooftop of the old west tower, where the academy's light couldn't reach. Below them, the city glowed soft and golden, but up here—only wind, quiet, and the scent of spring.
Lysira leaned back, arms crossed behind her head.
"This place doesn't exist on any official map."
"That's why I like it," Noé said.
She glanced at him. "You always say things like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're not supposed to be here."
Noé smiled faintly. "Maybe I'm not."
A breeze passed. She didn't reply.
Then: "Why'd you bring me here?"
He looked at her. For once, not evasive. Not sarcastic.
"Because I wanted to be with you," he said simply.
No spell. No pretense. Just the truth.
Lysira looked away quickly, but her voice was softer now.
"You're weird when you're honest."
"You're beautiful when you're quiet," he said.
She punched him lightly on the arm, but she didn't move away.
They sat in silence a while longer.
Then she asked:
"What would you be... if you weren't what you are?"
Noé blinked.
"I don't know what I am."
"You do," she said. "But you're scared of it."
He turned his head. The way she said it wasn't cruel.
Just... clear.
"What about you?" he asked.
Lysira smiled faintly.
"I'd be someone who didn't have to ask that question."
The wind stilled.
Noé turned to her fully.
"Lysira."
She looked at him. Eyes steady. Bright.
Then—
He leaned in.
And she didn't stop him.
Their lips met.
Soft.
No magic.
No prophecy.
Just two people...
Choosing.
The kiss only lasted seconds.
But the stars pulsed.
The wind stopped.
And Noé whispered against her lips:
"Oh..."
She opened her eyes.
"What?"
He blinked.
And she saw it—
The light in his eyes dimming.
Like someone pulling a memory from a photograph.
"Noé?"
He smiled.
Soft. Regretful.
"It's happening."
"What's happening?"
He cupped her cheek.
His voice broke.
"I think I really loved you."
And then—
He was gone.
Not vanished.
Not exploded.
Just—
Unwritten.
Lysira woke up the next morning on her bed.
Fully dressed.
No memory of the tower.
No memory of the kiss.
Just...
A feeling.
That someone had said her name once—
Like it meant everything.