Faceless

(Day Four, "Eros")

Dear Eros,

My love, you were the moon and I was your ocean, deeply attracted even though we could never be together.

I called you Narcissus, not because you only loved yourself, but because I was your Echo. I could only follow you and only ever hope for you to love me back, even though I could never voice my thoughts.

I think your name is very apt. Eros. You've heard the myth about Eros and Psyche, right?

I burned you. I dripped the candle wax on you and after that, I could never have you.

I remember when we met. I was a lovestruck schoolgirl at age eleven. You were a year older.

You were my first kiss. You know that?

In the star simulation room, age sixteen and seventeen. We were standing in the middle of the room, watching galaxies and nebulas swirl past. You said my name and I looked at you and the stars echoed in your blue eyes. You took my face in your hands and kissed me.

I'll admit, after that, I accepted I was completely in love with you.

And you died by my hand. I could've saved you.

But, no. I had to let you die.

It was nighttime. Another gunshot through the abdomen, more blood spilled gruesomely. But you didn't die right away.

No, you stared up at me as I cried, clutching your hands as close I could to myself.

'I'm sorry,' I sobbed. 'I'm so, so sorry.'

You smiled gently, even though the pain.

'I love you,' I said.

And a moment later, you faded.

I watched through tears as the light died from your eyes. And yet, the stars were still reflected in the dull blue, like that's where you belonged. In the nebulas and galaxies.

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