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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙭 𝙊𝘾
We were ever a calamity written in the language of the stars.
A sorrow the heavens returned to with restless hands, as though our ruin were a prayer too ancient to forget.
Somewhere beyond this life, there are still ghosts of me reaching for you through fire and smoke.
Still echoes of you with my name half born upon your lips before death carried it away.
Whole eternities have folded inward beneath the grievous weight of us.
In one age, the sea claimed you as tribute.
In another, war unmade you from my arms piece by piece, until all that remained was your memory and the ache of your absence.
At times, it was our own hearts that doomed us.
At others, the world arrived first with its sharpened teeth.
Thus we became a pattern even fate itself came to know well.
Two wandering souls bound to the same lament.
Two mouths brimming with devotion, and no sanctuary gentle enough to cradle it.
And still the universe drew us together.
Again. Again. Again.
As though creation itself could not endure our separation, yet possessed no mercy enough to let us remain.
Perhaps therein lies the cruelest grief.
That every incarnation of us loved with a depth worthy of forever, yet perished upon the threshold of it.
But in this life, something in the heavens falters.
The gods loosen their grasp upon our weary hearts.
The long procession of tragedies pauses at our door.
For the first time since the stars first kindled, fate regards us not with hunger, but with pity.
As though it has wearied at last of watching us bury one another through the passing centuries.
We are still doomed little creatures.
Still fragile things fashioned beneath dying constellations.
Yet now, when my hand finds yours, the world does not shatter for daring to love you.