re, gazing at the stars. "Do you ever wonder why that star was always there?" Callisto asked without looking at her. Leonora then layed down

o then smiled and looked at the

e my surname," she answered. "It is from your surname," he replied. "I saw that star t

ar', she thought. Leonora felt her heart beating fas

friends after 20 years?" Callisto random

does it sound li

have families. And you.. will probably b

h hopes, Callisto." She sighed, "You're lik

love

. and I bled so much and they went crazy. They got scared thinking it would happen again." Leonora chuckled, remembe

nd looked at her. He had a

ha

ll get you a cat." he looked at her, grinning. Leonora thought it was a rid

p it. She's very strict. If she s

accinated, so you can keep it. I'll ask Mrs

a in her thoughts. No one ever had the c

" feeling a bit chall

.. get to

suddenly felt heavy, thick with unspoken possibilities. She snorted, a sound that was half disbelief, half nervous laughter. "Can you hear you

ce. The moonlight glinted in his eyes, making them seem even darker, more intense. "It's a consequence," he said,

ar than marry you." She paused, then added, a little less fiercely, "Besides, my mother would have a he

consequence, isn't it? A little unexpected." He paused, then leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratori

ie on the grass. "Whatever, I'm going

d her, "So are you in

r', Callisto." s

to her, putting his hand on th

ruin my hair!" Leonora shrugged off his hand,

was startled to see Callisto leaning on the door. "Wow, loo

t's not my fault that she wants to be

rents are strict you know. She i

her, "I'm not

.." she then laughed and followed him

ons." he then looked around and put

w, he left a

ut to go to sleep when his father barged in. "Where have yo

ed his eyes, "I'll

ring through the window. "Callisto, you have no time to waste! Look at Felip, he's diligently studying the books his father gave him! While you, you're snooping a

the lecture was coming; it was a familiar ritual. He could feel the weight of his fath

pointment remained. "This isn't just about the family business, Callisto. It's

resolute. "I know, Father," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "But I can't force myself to read

t even mean? Medicine is a noble profession, a path to

d, yet the actual moment felt different, charged with a weight he hadn't anticipated. "I... I want to write, Fath

ked towards the door, his shoulders slumped. "Poetry," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "That's... hardly a profession." He paused at the door, then added, with a hint of weary resignation,

olitician. But he always knew his father would never approve of his passion. Therefor

ivated ones, even for the people who are struggling to make ends meet. The only thing he wants to see bleeding is the ink from his pen and not the bodies of

nds later, someone came