The warm breeze that passed by felt like a fine wine; it was sweet and addictive.
The melody she hummed as she opened the coffee wooden basket filled his ears, making him feel tipsy.
"I can't believe I agreed to have a midnight picnic with you." The woman shook her head and sighed helplessly as a light smile formed on her face.
"I'm just helping you cross things off your bucket list." The man shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't remember this being on it..." she looked at him doubtfully.
Putting the fruits and tuna sandwiches on the white sheet they laid on, the woman cast the basket aside gently.
"Okay so maybe I added a couple of things on the list." He rubbed the back of his neck, confessing.
"Its more believable that you wanted to do something this cheesy rather than me." The woman said as she popped a lush green grape into her mouth.
"Admit it Mads, your having fun." He smirked at her just before biting into the diagonally cut sandwich.
"When pigs fly Stephen, when pigs fly." She immediately denied and and continued to eat her cluster of grapes.
Dusting off his hands after finishing, he leaned over the food and stole the grape she had between her fingers.
"Hey!" The woman furrowed her brows and shouted at him.
Chuckling while chewing, the man watched her expression change and replied "well, I'm having fun!".
As the wind passed yet again, it played with her golden hair, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance and tie it up into a messy bun.
Seeing her pick her hair up, the man stared flushed as with each lock of hair picked up, it revealed her collarbone and neck.
"What?" The woman asked as she noticed him staring.
Widening his grey eyes in embarrassment, he cleared his throat and pointed "you missed a strand."
Laying down in defeat, she looked at the sea of stars just above them.
"Maybe I should just cut it." She mumbled to herself while playing with her thumbs.
"Don't," he began "I like it long." Laying on the other side of the sheet, he turned his head to her direction.
Blushing, she whispered "okay."
The silence that fell over them as they continously stared in each other's eyes was broken as she turned back to the sky.
"Sometimes I'm really envious of the stars." The woman uttered, her face painted with sorrow.
"They are so free, never having to fear anything, unlike us. We have to worry about eating or we'll die, but they only give light. Lighting up the dark sky, up until their last moment they light, unlike us humans who give more darkness than light." She went on.
Listening to the woman, his heart began to break as he knew he couldn't help her.
He thought of his sorry attempt of comfort "the bucket list", but he knew deep down she was going through it alone and he could never understand her pain.
"Y'know," he finally turned to look at the indigo sky " if I could arrange all the stars in the sky, I'd make a constellation of you, Maddison."
