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43 - The stars first met

43 - The stars first met

Hyacinth's POV

"You came," she whispered.

"You called," I replied with a small, sweet, and genuine smile.

"Have a seat"

Her cold voice seemed devoid of emotion, like a void filled with darkness but chilling to the touch.

I sat down beside her, as she wished. While she stared into the distance, I was mesmerized by her ethereal beauty. She looked like a goddess, someone you would never want to hurt.

"Celesthie," she whispered, using the nickname she had given me. In that moment, I realized something profound.

All gods are mysterious and worthy of reverence, just like her, but they also have the capacity to inflict immense pain.

Her simple utterance of my name felt like a billion needles piercing my heart. It was suffocating and sent shivers down my spine.

"I remember now..." she said, turning to look at me. I averted my gaze, my heartbeat slowing, and my blood running cold.

I didn't want to believe it; my mind refused to process her words. But there was nothing I could do.

I knew from the beginning that this day would come, that we would end up here. But I never imagined it would hurt this much when faced with it. I thought I was prepared.

I wasn't.

"I see," I responded absentmindedly, nodding repeatedly.

It felt as though the heavens and earth had collapsed on me. I couldn't bring myself to look at her, not for the joyous reason of the past few months, weeks, and days, but for a painful one.

"Forgive my audacity," I wanted to speak louder, but even that seemed beyond my capacity.

It felt as if the world itself didn't want me to speak anymore. I had no right, after all.

"Why did you marry me? Is it out of pity?" Her voice, deep yet tinged with sadness, felt like it tore my world apart.

This was a question she had likely wanted to ask since the day we got married, a question her soul screamed out, but her mind had always silenced it.

Her mind, which had closed her heart to me temporarily. A heart I had fought so hard to win back, only to feel it slipping away again.

"Because I love you, Cephy." It felt right to call her by the nickname I had given her, a small token of the intimacy we once shared.

Yet in this moment, I feared my words might only wound her further.

Was I truly that selfish?

So self-centered?

How can we love without causing pain to others or oneself?