"What are you doing?"
"It's a shooting star, Danny! We're supposed to wish upon a shooting star!"
"What are you wishing for?"
"If I tell you it won't come true."
"Aww, c'mon, please! I want to know."
"Never."
* * * *
"Jang Woosuk. . . ." She softly breathed his name yet it was something else she saw before her eyes—the memory of two teenaged kids foolishly bequeathing the stars their heart's desire.
"The world gets bigger and so does our demon, but we are also stronger, wiser, better equipped." He hopped back onto the ledge next to her. "In the grand scheme of thing, we're nothing but also everything. Why keep fearing, Kyunghee? It's only going to stop us from living." He held out his hand again, peering down at her with an expectant gaze. "Take my hand."