Under the Stars
Sophia had always admired Rachel from afar. They worked at the same bookstore, but their conversations were brief—mostly about books, authors, and occasional coffee breaks. Rachel was the outgoing one, with a smile that could light up the entire room, while Sophia was quiet and introspective, always lost in her thoughts.
One rainy evening, after the store had closed, they found themselves alone in the dimly lit back room. Rachel was reading a new poetry book, while Sophia, as always, was organizing the shelves. The silence between them was comfortable, but Sophia couldn’t help noticing the way Rachel’s laughter filled the room, how her eyes sparkled when she spoke of her dreams.
As the rain poured outside, Rachel stood up and stretched, a yawn escaping her lips. “Do you ever wish you could just escape all this?” she asked, her voice soft.
Sophia glanced up, surprised by the question. “Escape where?” she asked, curious.
Rachel smiled, a little mischievous. “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere just for us. Under the stars.”
Sophia’s heart skipped a beat. The way Rachel said it, so casually, yet with such depth… it made Sophia wonder if Rachel had been feeling what she had—this quiet yearning that had been building inside her for so long.
That night, they found themselves on a rooftop, lying next to each other, staring at the stars. No words were needed. The air between them was filled with the kind of understanding only love could bring. Slowly, Rachel turned to Sophia, her hand brushing against hers.
“I think I’ve always known,” Rachel whispered, her breath warm against Sophia’s ear. “I think I’ve always known that we were meant to be here, like this.”
Sophia smiled, her hand finally intertwining with Rachel’s. “Me too.”