A Grass Hill

'Do you love me?'
'Of course I do James. More than anything.'
James smiles.
'I want to show you something.'
'Another one of your magic tricks I suppose?'
James smiles again.
'Just watch.'

James tells Rachel to close her eyes. As she is doing so, James lifts her hand up as if he were introducing her to the sky.
'Rachel, what time is it and where are we?'
'Why?'
'Just trust me.'
'It's just before sunrise and we are on the grass hill in front of your house, sitting by the tree.'
'Ok, I am going to let go of your hand now, but keep your eyes closed till I tell you to open them.'
Rachel nods.
'Rachel.'
'Yes James?'
'I love you more than any living thing should be able to love. I need you to think about the stars, the rest of this lies in the hand you are holding up.'
Confused Rachel shapes her hand into a closed fist, but she does as James ask.

'Open your eyes.'
'James...oh my lord.'
Where once there was a hill, there is now space. Where there was once a tree, there is now a star. Where there once was two lovers, there is now two heavenly bodies.