-Theresa- Meteor Shower.

  She walked out and he was there, waiting.  There was plenty of room on the trampoline for two.  Grinning, she climbed up and lay down next to him.  He took her hand to hold her steady, though they were merely lying there.  She looked into his deep brown eyes, deeper than the oceans of stars above them.  His face was bathed in the light of the brilliant moon.
  "Look at them," he said.
  She averted her gaze and saw clusters of diamonds hanging in the sky.  Pure, white light emanated from them; had they been any closer than a billion miles away, they'd have been blinding.  It was as if angels had left a trail of dust in the air.  And if you watched long enough, one of those sparks would fall to the earth below, followed by its companion, as they chased each other out of the sky.
  "Do you see Orion's belt?" he asked her.
  Theresa blushed.  "I couldn't tell you.  The only one I know is the Big Dipper. . . .  And I can't even find that."
  Jonathan stretched out his pinky and his thumb.  "Take about that distance below the moon, look to your left, and . . ."
  A smile broke out on Theresa's face.  "I see it."
  They lay in content silence together.  After a while, Jonathan started telling a story about a time when he had been on the beach, watching two girls try to surf.  They were so pitiful that, even though he'd had one surfboarding lesson in his life, he went up to them and told them that he was a certified surfboarding instructor.  They completely believed him, so with that, he gave them lessons on how to surf.
  Theresa couldn't stop laughing.  She tried her hardest not to wake the neighbors, but that was a difficult task.  It felt incredible to laugh so hard.
  "I thought I knew you," said Jonathan.  "At least four months ago, I thought I truly knew everything about you.  I would never have guessed that you hide so much from everyone.  That laugh, for instance.  I'd bet anything that only a few people in this world get to ever hear your laugh- your real one- and here I am, enjoying it long into the night."
  Theresa turned to him, stunned.  He'd spoken piercing truth.  And she didn't even realize how much she hid away.  Tears suddenly threatened to spill over.
 "I see your eyes," said her companion.
  But when she glanced at him, he wasn't looking at her.  His eyes were fixed on the stars.
  Theresa followed his gaze, and they fell back into beautiful silence.  But she couldn't prevent the tragic irony of her next words.
  "I don't want it to end."
  Jonathan sighed.  "Neither do I.  But the sun is rising."
  Theresa shut her eyes.  "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
  A pause.  "I don't know," he admitted.  "But I wish you were here.  It's magnificent."
  Theresa's eyes flew open.  The space next to her was empty and cold.  Her heart twisted as she realized it had been so this whole time.
  "Goodbye, Theresa," said Jonathan over the phone.  "And I promise you this:
  "I'll see you soon."