The boy is 18 now. He sits alone on a hilltop, staring at the stars. The watcher is there, always there.
A tall girl walks up behind him and sits down next to him. She gently kisses him on the cheek and wraps her arm around his waist. All three of them smile in one moment.
There is another blinding flash, and a second watcher appears, but this one is different. It is smaller and brighter, but the biggest difference is that it is female. The second watcher smiles and links hands with the first.
And on the hill, the two four watchers look up at the stars, wondering if they look back. Smiling.
------- 10 years later -------
The watchers have grown up. They are still together, still watching.
The boy is nervous, he fumbles around in his pocket for something. He knows she's coming, he can smell her perfume, and he can hear her soft tread getting closer. Not enough time, not enough time he thinks to himself. His watcher just smiles and shakes it head to stop itself from laughing.
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