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Parallel Lines - Sana

Once upon an etherial plain, in a city whispered to be woven from the strands of destiny itself, two souls wandered beneath the canopy of endless sky — Jaiden, a poet whose words caressed hearts like the gentle breath of zephyrs, and Sana, a painter whose brush danced with the colors of the universe.

Jaiden found his muse in the bustling squares and shadowed corners of the world, his verses painting love as a boundless entity. Yet, his own heart harbored a quiet corner untouched by the flames of romance. Sana, on the other side of this urban tapestry, brought life to her canvases with the hues of passion and longing yet never let those emotions stain her own life’s portrait.

The city, a chorus of infinite tales, hummed with the electricity of lives intersecting. Both Jaiden and Sana weaved through these intersections, brushing ever so close but never quite together, like threads in a loom destined never to entwine.

Jaiden’s evenings were spent at a café that perched on the eventide of dreaming and wakefulness, where he sipped black coffee and composed his odes to the stars. Sana, drawn by some ineffable pull, found her way to this very café. Her eyes would linger, unknowingly, on the poet whose murmured recitations seemed to echo her own soul’s silent yearnings.

Seasons passed, carrying whispers of their connection. The leaves rustled with Jaiden's longing; the winds carried Sana's silent desires. Their gazes entangled from across crowded rooms, saturated with the unspoken knowledge of a shared destiny, yet they remained ensnared in the relentless forward march of their separate lives.

As the hands of time spun their relentless web, Jaiden’s poems began to weave in the essence of a dream, a muse he had never met, a love that brushed against him like a shadow. Sana's paintings grew more fervent, her canvases exploded with a vibrancy that seemed to search for its twin flame.

Then came the night of the city's grand ball, where fates were said to collide. The stars, it seemed, had calculated their alignments and crafted a moment suspended outside of time. There, in a room filled with a thousand heartbeats, Jaiden and Sana finally stood before one another, the palette of the universe holding its breath.

Their eyes met, twin souls recognizing each other in the mirror of destiny. They converged like two edges of parallel universes, almost touching, almost rewriting the laws of geometry itself. For a sliver of eternity, they danced. A dance of near touches and whispered verses, a love so profound yet profoundly untouchable.

However, as the clock exhaled the last second of enchantment, the spell of the night shattered. The crowd surged, and in the chaos of parting, they were swept away in the tides of their parallel existences.

Jaiden and Sana returned to their separate lives, with hearts branding an aching mark of a love that could be felt but never held. The poet's words now carried the weight of a celestial sorrow, a love that echoed across the void. The painter's canvases now bled the bittersweet pigment of a meeting point that would never come to be.

They continued thus, parallel lines drawn on the canvas of the world; so close they shared whispers, so far they couldn't embrace. In a cruel testament to eternity, they lived out their days touching horizons that promised infinity but delivered only the horizon.

Their love was a tragic sonnet, a masterpiece painted in hues of might-have-been and never-will, bound within the merciless geometry of star-crossed paths — meeting at the vanishing point, but only in the dreams sketched in the stars. Jaiden and Sana, a testament to the love that almost was, became legends in the city of destiny, their love story told and retold, as haunting and beautiful as the concept of parallel lines—forever stretching forward, forever doomed not to meet.