Queen Joker.
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The smile that curled on my lips was huge.
"You talk of them as if they are people." I shook my head, my smile being even more evident.
He looked at me, his beautiful grey eyes, that he had stolen from the sky glittering. He smiled then, the lights reflecting it and he shone as he said the words.
"But they are. What are they if not people?" He questioned.
"Tiny balls of matter?" I guessed, It sounded scientific enough.
He shook his head. "Every star is a person. Each one has a story to tell. When we die, we become them."
I blinked.
I think I fell in love with this man all over again. His eyes was all it took the first time and even now it was the same.
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