"He traverses familiar,

As one should come to town

And tell you all your dreams were true:

He lived where dreams were born.

His presence is enchantment,

You beg him not to go."

- emily dickinson

"I wonder," Jisung says, his arm thrown over his eyes. "Do you think stars are angels?" He sits up, his eyes following the girl around the room. She looks over at Jisung, biting the inside of her cheek as she drops her bag and flops onto the floor.

"The floor?" He asks, looking down at her. She nods, her response muffled.

"The floor is always the best after a long day." She turns over, her eyes closed. "But, for your question, I don't think so. Why would they be stars? Aren't they supposed to be here?"

Jisung huffs, rolling his eyes as he lays back down.

"Well sure, if you have no imagination. Angels can be everywhere. It doesn't matter, as long as they're taking care of you from afar." Jisung pauses and takes a deep breath. "You remember I told you that I don't believe in fate? I don't, because that's not realistic. Fate, destiny, that's not real.

"But I think there are people who know what you need, and they make sure you get it. How else would I have met you? That wasn't fate; it was an angel sending me another angel."

Jisung keeps his eyes closed, even when he hears rustling from below the bed. He can almost see the expression on her face: the way she's smiling but pinching her lips together to hide it. He hears her stand and feels the bed adjust when she sits down next to him. She lays down, gently brushing her hand against his hair.

"I'm your angel?" She whispers, watching as Jisung opens his eyes and smiles at her.

"Well, maybe not, you didn't come from a star." She yelps, sitting up and making to leave the room when Jisung grabs her waist and pulls her back. He laughs, rubbing her shoulder.

"You're my angel."