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Portuguese version is in my main account: Iam_Shin_Haru
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this story is completely fictitious;
______ = Your Name;
Good reading;
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The first time they saw each other, they already realized the distance that was present. ____ never knew why his favorite time was always at night. the blending of the dark sky over the orange sunset sky. darkness took over the whole sky, then the small lights took over the sky. the small bright lights shone over the sky.
Her eyes focused on the vast sky, her eyes shone with happiness. ____ will win a telescope to observe the sky she loves so much. But there was no need for her to see her favorite star, her eyes were already trained to see her favorite star.
The star that she always observes, the same star that whenever she sees warms her heart, that she is happy just seeing, that she often talks to herself. Her favorite nights are the summer nights, when the sky is clear becomes a vivid and real painting. _____ spent her life divided between small loves and passing passions, but all without leaving any marks, but she will never forget her first love.
And he will never forget her.
In its best days the intense brightness of the stars, more specifically its beloved star. In her darkest days, in her darkest thoughts about life, it seems that when she was like that, the stars that shine so brightly for a girl and seem to embrace her. her tears running down her face, the little one smiled just by looking at the star.
She sometimes finds herself laughing and thinking she is a fool for loving to admire the beauty of a small star, which she admits back without even knowing it. She thinks it is a great madness.
But little does she know that the same star admires her.
The first time they met was just a girl in love with the sky, and he was just a bright star, a star in love with a human. He always watches her from afar, watching the little girl, always looking in the same place, always in the same place in the vast universe just to watch her. Always lonely. He is curious to know how in his day he is unwilling to shine, when he watches the big smile of the girl watching him, he can set it on fire, make it burn more and more and more. It is ironic how much love can burn, and make it move closer and closer to its own destruction. The Star wants to become dust, to mix with the cosmos, so that it can be reborn and somehow get closer to you.
Because they are at a distance, and the realization of that seems to be a death sentence.
