It just seemed to get darker after one conversation with her. She told me that she was protecting me, that she was a bad person to be around, that she didn't want to hurt me. But she didn't understand, because in throwing me out into the lonely blank space, I was hurt more than I could ever imagine. Out there I ran into countless asteroids and rocks giving me more craters on my surface than I can count. The marks leaving my surface jagged and scared. And they are still there as if the hard stones forcefully hit me only seconds ago. And when she told me that she didn't think she was enough, it felt like the whole damn universe just collided with me. It was as if a black hole was sucking me in with no escape. As if that black hole was the pit of despair sucking out all my life (if you get that reference you are the best). As if she had stolen the very beating of my heart and taken my gravity that kept me grounded.
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Pluto
RandomA love story described vaguely through the eyes of a pluto at the edge of a universe she wants to be a part of.
