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It was random and silly and barely 1 a.m., but they found themselves dancing in the darkened living room to no music and a whole lot of laughter. This was exactly what Ophelia wanted. Henrieta looked pretty while laughing...the prettiest princess she'd ever seen. The laughter died soon, both of them were now just swaying together, eyes fixed on each other. Soon their lips met somehow. It was short but sweet.

"I love you, Jay..", Henrietta said. The smile playing on Ophelia's face faded. The voice in the back of her head boomed, 'It's just a mission. Nothing else.', and she left in a hurry leaving Henrietta to wonder what went wrong.

A flash appeared again out of nowhere while Henrietta was dwelling on the pain and the next moment Henrietta opened their eyes, they were right where the first flash had blinded them. The same night, their same clothes. Their powers had returned apparently because the guards had come to fetch her.

It has been a few years since then. A Cullin family recently opened a time capsule that had been passed on from generation to generation. It was all over the news, the items of the capsule. A few rings, of all kinds of precious stones, dried-up flowers, small dolls, and a short letter. The letter read:

" Dear Jay,

I have been thinking about how very much I love you, and how I didn't get your reply. So, I wanted to sit down and let you know how truly in love with you I am. I don't think you'll even get this, but one can only hope for when they finally find our planets.

When I first met you, you were badly injured. Thinking back on it, it was probably love at first sight. I remember thinking how beautiful you were, with your tangled hair, pale and bruised skin. When we danced together that one time, it was so peaceful, and so...right.

I don't think I'll ever get over how your tender lips felt on mine. I wanted to cherish it more. I wanted to dance with you more, to laugh..to love you more.

Yours,

Henrietta.                                                                                                                                            " 




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Yes, this is meant to be a slow burn and an incomplete love story. I had fun writing this, I hope you enjoyed it too :]

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