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40 | Theia - "I Still Love Him"

A/N: This one hurts a little to write. I know I said once that I almost will never explicitly write ships into my stories.. but for once, this is an exception. Please don't request ships on this specific chapter.

I made this due to personal reasons, and I sure hope I don't sound hypocritical for writing ships. If you don't like Theia x Earth, you don't have to read this one. It's okay, I won't get mad at you. I was worried about explicitly writing Theia x Earth because we know literally nothing about them, but I hope you guys like it.  This one is fairly short, sorry.

- Theia's POV. She's dead by now, and she's narrating the past. First person perspective, by the way! She's very monologue-ish, so don't expect a bunch of description of action or dialogue from others.

- Mostly canon compliant: Earth does NOT remember Theia. The non canon compliant stuff that mostly relies on my personal headcanons and others, is that Theia is Earth's guardian Angel. So for those who like that headcanon, enjoy.

"The love was there. it didnt change anything. It didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. But it still matters that the love was there"
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I remember when I met him, it was so clear he was the only one for me. We both knew it right away. He stood alone in a clearing, his figure outlined by the Sun's spreading light. My heart thrummed curiously, as if I'd recognized him somewhere. It was so achingly familiar, I swore I saw him before.

His eyes met mine, and I was lost. They were a striking shade of red-orange, like lava sloshing over the cracks of a volcano. Like embers glowing softly in a dark place. They held the warmth of the Sun himself, capturing the very essence of life. If life was beauty, strength, courage, and the pursuit of dreams beyond reach, he would've been exactly that.

Rivers of glowing lava snaked across his surface, craving intricate patterns that had me fascinated through one glance. He shined with hues of deep orange and bright reds, painting delicate wisps of smoke against the dark skies.

Our connection was instantaneous. I'd seen many celestial bodies before in my life, but none of them had anything compared to him. He was vibrant, captivating, and every moment we spent meeting up in our orbit was so meaningful. The times we spent talking until we were apart, the dreams we shared, and the promises we made.

I begged him to stay- to try and remember what we had at the beginning.

He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in, every planet's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, a mix of a man who couldn't contain himself.

I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him.

And in that way, I understood him. And I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

I loved him with a fierceness that defied reason, with a devotion that bordered on madness. I loved him even when it hurt, even when it felt like my core was being ripped from my surface. I loved him for the person he was and for the person he wanted to be. I loved him despite everything, despite the pain.

I understood the battle within him, the way he tackled every situation. I loved him for his flaws, for his vulnerabilities, for the way he tried over and over, even when he failed. Even when his laughter turned into silence, even when his touch turned to indifference, I held on. I held onto the person I knew he could be, the one I knew him as.

He was a puzzle I couldn't solve, a mystery I was desperate to unravel. And yet, for all his complexities, all his imperfections, I loved him.

I loved him even when we were split apart— and every bit of me was consumed by fear and terror. It was all I felt for so long. I barely recognized him anymore. He was so different, yet so familiar. That same longing, the throbbing of my heart never stopped beating for him.

I loved him for the mesmerizing white swirls of clouds that swept across his surface, tracing the edges of every continent and ocean that bled into shades of deep blue and green. He was adorned with the Sun's golden light that graced his surface, dancing off the waters and trailing onto his lush forests that no one could ever compete against.

I loved him even when he was marked by asteroids that nearly decimated everything he had worked so hard for. I loved him even when the things he had worked so hard for were destroyed by his proudest achievement. Even when smoke covered half of his surface, even when he looked nothing like the planet others had known him as.

I loved him even when he almost flew too close to the Sun— and when he would've been by my side once more. I knew it was better for him to stay.

I assured him to take his time, and that one day I'd see him on the other side.

He was the light of my world, the universe I revolved around. I loved him for every single little thing that made him who he was now. I loved him throughout the pain, throughout the grief, throughout the suffering, throughout every stage of his life.

And I still love him.

I love him.