Champagne Supernova

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   WHEN SHE WALKED THROUGH the logs of wood, she felt like she was cutting through the light as she was about to start something new.

   Or maybe end something old.

   She came right through, crashing against the buildings, and burning through the cities, after walking through a rampant walk of self-discovery. She could hear his voice saying her, “It will all lead you back to the place where it started, that point of the origin.”

   She was the comet tail that travelled across the sky, and not the sky like he always told her. He was brutally honest by all means. Maybe it was what life had made him. After all, they both had gone through a lot.

   She was back in the city, the very place, the very origin. And maybe it was not written in the stars, that they would ruin each other, that they weren’t meant to be. Maybe it was written in the city lights, which one couldn’t escape for you can delude yourself in the day. But what about the rough nights as a wanderlust in the heart of the city?

[she’s a labyrinth,

and he,

an artless crossword]

   She walked across the bridge, seeing the weeds on the lake, the flowers on the lakeside. When she reached, the other side, she could almost swear she had forgotten to breathe.

   She was seven days late; she felt like that heartbeat which was skipped because of which the person died, that breathe which was lost in their lungs which made the person claustrophobic. She felt useless, stupid, helpless.

   “Destiny is the bridge we build for the ones we love,” she could hear him say from the other side of the bridge. She wished it was real. That she was real. Only he realised the colors of her heart for it was a reflection of his. She wasn’t herself anymore, she had become him.

   She dug the spot near the oak tree, it was freezing cold outside. When her numb hands grazed the metallic box, her heart skipped a beat. For a moment, it was like all she remembers is his name, he is the only sight she could ever see.

   Slowly, tears rolled down her face as she rolled open the lid of the metallic jar. An exaggerated sigh escaped her lips when she held the scroll in her hands. It was beautifully tied with a band of rainbow of colors. She knew it had all the kaleidoscopic love of the world trapped in this letter. She could see the words etched at the backside of the letter:

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a testimony of the love i harbor for my beloved. everything i could never tell you.

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   She unrolled the scroll to see the words written by him that night. When she had asked him to write the best piece of work he has ever written — she couldn’t love him that night, but she wanted him to turn her into a poetry.

[it was because

she had flowers

in her mind,

and weeds

in her mouth.]

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   Dear Claire,

   This is the last time I am falling for a woman. (Or a man) You’re my last shot at love, you.. this complicated condrundum of messy thoughts yet a fascinating, treacherously beautiful woman. I’m pretty sure you’re going to leave me tomorrow— when you get the very chance— you would, I know it. It has always been this way.

   You were always the standoffish girl who pulled my heart strings, who tested me till no ends. After all I’ve been through, I still felt you were that tiny ray of hope I have always wanted in my life. You always kept pushing me, and I kept wondering why I was so stuck with you. Maybe it was because you were like a breath of fresh air. It was like all my life I’ve been drowning, and yet, somehow, you managed to save me.

   I’ve always said that destiny is the bridge we build for the ones we love. I love you. Whether we are together or apart, you will forever be the woman of my life.

   I don’t know what makes you build these boundaries around you. You say, they keep others outside. I say, they keep you caged inside. You can’t keep yourself guarded all the time. It’s tough being tough every single day. So the only man I will ever envy is the man who manages to break those boundaries and wins your heart. But I will also always believe that it was my destiny to be that man. I love you.

[I’m still here,

Lost in the atmosphere.

But I promise, I’m near.]

   I’m scared to ever think about what’s gonna happen tomorrow, if we will stay together or drift away. But if you’re far away, and yet you feel a certain presence beside you, that would be me, loving you, wherever I am.

  

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   And as Claire walked across the he bridge, she could feel his presence. Loving her like always. Waiting for destiny to come through and unite them once again, like the inevitable force of nature — because they did deserve better than a happily ever after.