Suddenly is sooner than you think.

Why am I so scared of losing things that aren't even mine to begin with? That's really the question that needs answering, isn't it? The how and the who is just scenery. The night that October became November, I saw a shooting star and I made a wish. Then another one came by and I wished for something else totally different. I don't know which one will come true. Hell, I don't even believe in making wishes on a streaking ball of gas that's probably already dead the moment I see it. And heavenly celestial bodies are up there for a reason: to make us feel small.

I don't care. Yep. I don't. But why am I still thinking about it? Why did there have to be two shooting stars that night? Why?

That's really the question that needs answering, isn't it? The how and the who is just scenery for everyone else.