93 parts Complete Two young souls collided,
like stars destined to burn brighter in each other's orbit.
She had once believed the world
to be nothing more than a cruel stage-
a place where hearts break quietly,
a place where even dreams came to die.
Her life, a canvas brushed in ashen hues-
black and grey,
hollow and cold,
like winter clinging to the bones of spring.
"It's alright,"
she'd whisper,
a fragile lie worn smooth by repetition,
a prayer murmured into the dark,
hoping one day it might echo back as truth.
And then-
he came.
A sunbeam in human form,
with laughter that cracked open the sky,
He moved like dawn across her silence,
streaking her sorrow with colors unnamed-
crimson hope,
amber laughter,
violet dreams.
He turned her world on its axis,
not with thunder,
but with tenderness-
brushing light into her shadows,
breathing warmth into her frozen soul.
He loved her like dawn loves the edges of night-
softly, patiently,
brushing away the dark with golden fingertips.
To him, she was a masterpiece,
carved from the remnants of storms,
a creation too exquisite to ever be lost
Her soul, a galaxy he wandered barefoot,
tracing starpaths through her silence,
gathering her fragments like fallen petals-
never to fix,
only to marvel.
But love is not always enough.
Not when the past clings like dusk,
refusing the dawn.
Not when tomorrow feels
too distant to reach.
Not when wounds bloom anew
beneath tender hands.
Not when love begins to ache
more than it mends.
When will be the time that saying "it's alright" will not be a lie?
