"Do you believe that we can rewrite the stars?"

A rhetorical question that left no answer left Jovano's throat choked, on the night when you said something about the stars looking like you were dying.

The relationship between Jovano and you are merely that of academic rivals who continue to compete in any field just to gain recognition for their self worth— and perhaps, survive.

Amidst the turmoil of expectations that drowning him as Jovano tries to step forward to face the ghost in his mind in the form of a worn black painted wooden piano.

".... what if I get beaten again? what if I fail again? what if I press the wrong key?"

A million questions echoed in the midst of the buzzing in his ears as emptiness confined half of Jovano's soul, which was trapped in the midst of fear.

Until, warm fingers pulled Jovano back before he fell too far into a dark slump. someone with a smile that could brighten up the entire city itself with just one sweet curve on her/his lips—(you)*

"I know you can do it—"

"And I will always be here."

Words that were meant to be supportive actually felt as bitter as an unwitting goodbye when their two stars began to drift apart.

Is it still possible for them to rewrite those stars that weren't meant to be aligned?