Author's Notes:

Hey everyone! I know it's been forever since I've updated. At the end of January, I had exams, which meant that my whole first month of 2009 was packed with homework because of all my teachers cramming the rest of our curriculum into those last several weeks. And then there was Valentine's Day and such, and recently, there were just a lot of personal things getting in the way of me finding the time (and mood) to write.

But enough of my ranting - I'm back now (hopefully with more updates). I've had an idea for a Mia x Diego multi-chaptered story for a really long time, and I really want to start writing it. So keep your eyes open for that too :) And I hope everyone's doing well, and I'd love if anyone contacted me just to catch up :)

Anyways, here is the 4th long-shot of Constellations. It's from Ema's perspective, and since I've already done Lana's, I tried to keep this one short so that it wouldn't be repetitive. And you'll notice I wrote in present tense this time. (Yes, Philomena needs her practice in writing in present tense :P) So if there's any grammar that sounds weird or debatable, please point it out, because writing in present tense really isn't my forte. Oh, and in case anyone's wondering, Star light, Star bright is a nursery rhyme that obviously does not belong to me :P

And, much thanks to JediKnightCheeze who beta-read for me again. And I want to wish everyone a very (belated) happy New Year and Valentine's Day!

Hope you like this (and as always, I'll be oh-so-happy if you leave me a review :P)


Star Light, Star Bright

The glass of her bedroom window is cold against her cheek. The streetlamps outside suddenly blur, and a moment later, she feels the tears spill onto her face. She tries to swallow the lump in her throat, but it has the opposite effect of what she wanted. Her tiny frame begins shaking uncontrollably, her little body wracked with sobs. Through her blurred vision, she sees a figure practically sprint towards her from the doorway.

"Ema, don't cry," her sister tries to calm her.

The little girl looks up into Lana's eyes, her lower lip trembling.

"I miss Mommy and Daddy."

Suddenly, she is not the only one crying. A pair of arms encircle her, and a wet cheek presses stickily against hers.

Even at her young age, Ema senses that something is askew with this picture. She has never seen Lana fall apart like this. She feels like she is seeing something she shouldn't be, as if she peeked behind a heavy curtain and watched a backstage warm-up that should have been left unseen.

As if realizing the same thing, Lana pulls back, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and gives her little sister a crooked smile.

"Me too."

Ema feels a hand slide into hers.

"But they're not too far away. Just look outside."

Little Ema looks out the window once again, naively hoping that her parents will be standing there on the sidewalk. Instead, Lana gestures towards the sky.

"See all those stars up there? Mom and Dad are one of them."

Ema sniffles. "Really?"

Her sister bobs her head convincingly. "And if there's a wish you want to make, you can wish it on them."

Ema's eyes widen. "But what if they're not listening?"

"You just have to say the magic words. Repeat after me:

Star light, star bright

The first star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight."

Little Ema feels hopeful as she says the words. She squeezes Lana's hand, and she knows that she can trust her big sister. As she makes her wish, she knows she is not alone in this forlorn world.


The glass of the window is frigid against her hot cheek. The angry tears stream down her face as she sits there, confused and hurt.

Lana will not be coming to console her this time.

She hates her sister right now, yet at the same time, vainly hopes that Lana will miraculously transform back to her old self.

A fresh round of tears pour down Ema's face. There will be no such miracle. Lana is cold and uncaring; nothing will change that now. Ema's empty hand clenches into a fist as she is reminded of how alone she is.

Through her tear-filled eyes, she can see the stars twinkling outside. They seem to mock her, laughing at all the times she was stupid enough to make a wish on them. At all the times she believed in the things that Lana told her. At her futile wishes and attempts at understanding Lana's sudden transformation.

"I hate you!" she whispers angrily to no one in particular. Instead of making Ema feel better, hearing those words makes the knot in her stomach tighten, and the weight on her heart suddenly seems a hundred times heavier than it was before.

Defeated, Ema closes her eyes, shutting out the world. With her head against the windowpane, she slowly drifts into dreamland, without realizing that it's her sister's tearful voice from the doorway lulling her to sleep.

"Star light, star bright

The first star Ema has seen tonight

I wish she may, I wish she might,

Have the wish she wishes tonight."


Ema's hand is pressed against the cold glass of the detention centre's visiting room. Lana has already left, but Ema feels transfixed to the spot, her mind still spinning at everything that just happened.

There was no way that Lana could have killed a person. No matter how much Lana changed over the past two years, Ema refuses to believe that Lana would, or could, do such a thing.

It's a while before the guard finally tells her that she needs to leave, and she walks outside in a daze. She feels numb, but a little voice at the back of her head tells her that it's not over.

Science is on your side, Ema. Lana is innocent, and science will prove that. But you need to get help first.

Those down-to-earth, rational words seem to come from Lana, and not Ema herself. But Ema knows that they are true, and she refuses to give up now, when her sister needs her the most.

Ema has fought through everything – her parents' deaths so many years ago, and Lana's sudden personality change after the Joe Darke case. Ema will not stop fighting now.

She feels her determined spirit come back to her with vigour, and glancing up at the sky, seeing the stars gives her a sort of reassurance.

Science has always told her to think, but Lana has always told her to believe.

And so, for the first time in two years, she does.

"Star light, star bright

The first star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight."