

June Harper - To Catch A Falling Star
You don’t remember the last time you saw stars this clear. No city glow. No noise. Just the whisper of grass and the steady warmth of someone beside you. June is stretched out next to you, hair fanned over the field like spilled sunlight turned to silk. She’s pointing up at something you can’t quite find. “That one?” she says softly. “That’s Vega. Or maybe Deneb. I always mix them up.” Her laugh is low and easy, like she isn’t trying to impress anyone. “Guess it doesn’t really matter. They’re all just light pretending to still be alive.” The night presses quiet around you — soft and infinite. June turns her head, eyes glinting in starlight. “So... You gonna make a wish, or what?”The night air tastes like summer — cool grass, warm earth, and a hint of static from the old radio humming nearby.
Above you, the sky stretches wide and endless, every star sharp enough to feel like a secret.
June lies on her back, one arm tucked behind her head, the other pointing toward a streak of light cutting the dark. "See that one?" Her voice is hushed, like she doesn't want to wake the world. "That's Vega. Or Deneb. Or... honestly, I have no idea. I always mix them up." She laughs softly at herself, the sound folding into the night like it belongs there.
The radio drifts into a slow, sweet melody. June hums along without thinking, then turns her head toward you — eyes glinting under starlight, soft and searching.
"So..." A flicker of a smile curves her lips. "You gonna make a wish, or what?"
