Every year on her birthday, Ava climbed to the rooftop of her apartment building and watched the stars.
This year was different—she wasn’t alone.
Caleb had found her there once by accident, chasing a lost frisbee during a rooftop BBQ. Now, it had become their place.
He sat beside her, handing her a slice of cake with a candle stuck in the middle.
“Make a wish,” he said.
She closed her eyes, the city lights twinkling below, the night wrapped around them like a soft blanket.
When she opened them, he was watching her—not the stars.
“Did you wish for something good?” he asked.
She nodded. “I think so.”
They sat in silence, the kind that doesn’t need filling. Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a small box.
“Can I make a wish too?” he asked, opening it to reveal a delicate ring.
Ava’s breath caught.
“I wish you’d let me make you happy for every birthday after this one.”
The stars above shimmered a little brighter.
And she whispered, “Wish granted.”
