For a moment everything seemed alright everything seemed to fall back into place. But then my orbit continued. Time did not stop for us and gravity started pulling me away from her. I slowly let my ovular prison carry me away because I knew that she wouldn't shield the light from me. And that was all that mattered. I knew I would come around again. I knew I would become close enough to set fire again. I just had to be patient.
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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.
