There is always something romantic and yet tragic about a clear night sky. He thought to himself, on this night, stars seem to hang brightly from a distance. He slid out of the hammock and walked towards the edge of the balcony, looking at the tiny diamonds that were scattered over the dark canopy of the sky. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a shooting star blazes across the darkness.

"I want to know what love is, I want to know what love is!" , he shouted over and over with cupped hands over his mouth, chasing after the star until it disappeared from his sight. Breathless, a smile spread over his face, he walks back to the hammock, and climbs in. He was always a believer, most people will call him a dreamer, but he knows that dreams √ and even wishes can come true.

Little did he know, that on that same night, at the same time that the shooting star appeared across the sky, another wish was made.

"Bring me back what I've lost", a bitter whisper from a broken man this time. He doesn't watch the stars but turns around and steps back towards his bedroom. In the darkness, he stretches across his bed for another sleepless night.

And this story begins with one night, one star and two wishes, which one will be fulfilled?