When the Stars Misheard Us

Sometimes the universe listens a little too well. A wish whispered into the night, a broken heart begging for relief — and suddenly life turns into a story no one would dare to write. Especially when the heavens send help… in the entirely wrong body.

“Don’t even look at me like that,” Ethan grumbled, crossing his arms as the sun framed his face. “You’re the one who wished for this. I had nothing to do with it!”

The newly transformed figure in front of him was still trying to understand their own reflection in the shimmer of the sand. The voice — now soft, undeniably feminine — slipped out in disbelief:

“I… wished for this?”

Ethan let out a sigh, as if replaying the scene from the night before.
“Yes! You were so wrecked after that breakup, so lonely and miserable, that I just thought: ‘Man, I really wish he’d find a new love.’ I said it while staring at the sky like some kind of hopeless romantic. I had no idea that stupid shooting star was actually listening.”

Jace blinked, still trying to piece together logic and magic.
“That makes absolutely no sense…”

“Of course it doesn’t!” Ethan threw his hands in the air. “But here we are. We came on this trip to flirt and have fun, and you were completely out of luck. Not a single girl gave you the slightest attention. I think the star got confused… or maybe it understood everything too well. You were the one hurting the most, after all. And I was the only one actually worrying about you.”

“So this is what I get for caring about other people…”

Ethan’s mouth curled into a half-guilty, half-amused smile.
“Well… you also complained, like, five times about wanting to stop suffering and finally find true love. My guess? The star decided to be efficient. Grant my wish and yours at the same time.”

He looked at her — really looked — and the silence that followed said far more than any burst of cosmic magic could.