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It wasn’t the most godly of hours, but when I heard his voice, my heart skipped a beat.
He stood there in his cozy nightwear, his eyes lifted to the skies as he prayed for something—a wish, a chant, a desire.
My gaze softened, recognizing his selfless prayer. As another shooting star streaked across the starry skies, I clasped my hands in desperation.
I wish upon a shooting star for Ash’s wish to come true.