Our Beautiful Constellation

33 - The stars shoots love

33 - The stars shoots love

Cepheus POV

Have you ever felt a joy so profound that it defies explanation or measure?

A happiness so enveloping, it feels as if you're lying on a cloud, heart at peace, gazing into a paradise you know you will enter.

This is not just any joy; it is a rare and fleeting kind of bliss.

One that sweeps you off your feet, carrying you away from the mundane worries of life.

In this moment, nothing else matters but the wish that this feeling could last forever.

"I still couldn't believe you chose that over the hundreds of Pororo stuffed toys they gave you," Hyacinth remarked, her voice filled with incredulity as we stood on the balcony of our house.

From where we were, a giant telescope stood sentinel, gazing out at the infinite universe.

Her eyes fell on the simple hair tie encircling my wrist, a small yet profound piece of memorabilia.

It had been hers, worn during the volleyball game at the Intramurals just a few days ago.

That day, in particular, had etched itself into my memory with the indelible ink of significance.

On that day, the sky didn't rain water; instead, it rained hundreds of Pororo stuffed toys, each one a token of affection from her countless admirers.

Hyacinth had orchestrated it all, ensuring that everyone present brought along a Pororo toy to shower us with at her signal.

It was a grand gesture, a testament to her popularity and the affection she garnered.

Yet, amidst that whimsical deluge of stuffed toys, I didn't pick up a single one.

I refused them all because they weren't from her.

What I chose, instead, was her hair tie.

From that day to this very moment, it has adorned my wrist, a tangible reminder of a day that meant the world to me.

It serves as a reminder that there is someone who loves me, someone who cherishes me despite my childish whims and caprices.

Hyacinth stands by me, accepting me wholeheartedly, loving me more deeply than she loves herself, more deeply than I could ever love myself.

Her love is a profound force that resonates with the very core of my being, a love that envelops my soul and brings peace to my heart.

If I were to be completely honest with my feelings, I'd confess that if she were just an ordinary person, I would have likely chosen one of those Pororo stuffed toys without a second thought.

But she is far from ordinary.

She is Young Lady Hyacinth Celeste Montgomery with the S.