A Sliver of Infinite

prologue

I've never understood this life. We are born into it, not by choice, but by chance. We don't get to choose our parents, don't get to choose our families, don't get to choose our environment, we don't even get to choose our genetics. We just become a victim of circumstance. Sometimes, a real shitty one at that.

Now, here I am, in this mess that someone else created. None of this is my fault, I didn't ask for this. I never asked to be here. But now, I'm forced to navigate this life by the skin of my teeth, figuring out how to cope, how to deal, how to survive. There was no road map left for me. Everything I've learned was on my own. I wasn't born into wealth, or fame, or happiness for that matter. I was born into tragedy and heartbreak.

The willpower to advance myself came from my innate ability to learn on my own, and it didn't stop there. Countless nights, without a conscious human around me, left with nothing to do but look up, gazing into the ever infinite wonder above me. The unexpected and impenetrable beauty led me to believe there had to be more out there, that there had to be a reason for it all, even if I didn't comprehend it yet, even if it was still out of my grasp of understanding.

Lucky for me, I found the reason.

From the moment we met on those tracks as kids, I knew she was different. We were on the same wavelength in the way we viewed the world around us, we were curious souls searching for something deeper, and more than that, she saw me. She saw the depths of me without even knowing it yet. She saw me and she never looked back. Never once allowing anyone's judgment to cloud her vision. The most amazing thing about her is that she doesn't know how amazing she is yet. She's naive to her most admirable qualities, naive to her beauty, naive to her strength, naive to the power she possesses within her soul.

There's only one thing that's keeping me here. Only one thing that's keeping me sane. The galaxy to my stars, the constellation that guides me home, the gravity that holds me down. It's her. It's always been her.

But even she can't save me from myself.