She sang whole-heartedly, a bit out of tune, completely oblivious of him watching her. He always caught her in most natural moments, when her hair was messy, her fingers unconsciously running through them; when she was biting the dead skin of her bottom lip, when she was laughing like there's no tomorrow. He wanted to steal her from the rest of the world and love her endlessy, to feel her warm body next to his and to hold her close, to ask her about constellations in the sky that she knew oh so well and to make her believe that she's even more beautiful than the stars. And tonight was the night.