the solar system || johnlock ||

saturn

I had to ask him.

I had to.

He told me once that there would come a time in our lives, a time when we'd freeze without sinking to sub–zero temperatures. We would be doomed to gaze upon what our existence is limited to from a distance, forever.

Frozen particles suspended in a vacuum, gazing at one thing, forever.

Forever. It's a strange concept; it is proof of our momentary flashes of light, pinpricks of starlight in a gushing sea of sunbeams. I am one of infinite, and just happened to exist in the same time frame as John.

How rare and beautiful it is to even exist alongside him.

This bond is so rare; I'm beyond sure that even if I were to dedicate the rest of my life to finding something as beautiful as him, I'd fail.

I will die, and he will die, and the only thing I will think of is the blinding path of joy he led me on. The happiness he gives me will carry on endlessly, afloat as atomic starlight in a matrix of gratitude.

He whispered it to me. He whispered it to me, because I couldn't help but ask for him to say it all again.

He tells me that the planets align for me; a fated convergence of the cosmos for me. Galaxies whirl in and out of orbit for me. The whole goddamned universe was made just to be seen by my eyes.

And John's heart beats only for me.

He spells it out into the crevices of my collarbone, taps it into the fistful of curls in his palm. My eyelashes flutter as he kisses butterflies into my stomach and undoes the buttons on my skinny jeans.

His thundering heart collides against mine, and

I

exhale.

$∆L

with shortness of breath
you explained
the infinite

how rare and beautiful it is
to even exist