Rewrite the Stars

Two souls linked together in fate's thread, unbroken but never rekindled. Two friends who have loved each other since they were ten. But circumstances came and their whispered confessions became regretful sighs. Both defeated, sorrowed, and grieved for the loss of their greatest what if.

"Maybe we were only meant to be platonic soulmates," Roxanne concluded, gazing above the dark skies, a hand holding a can of beer and the other tracing the constellations in the coldest winds.

Archer laughed, sipping his beer and staring sadly at the sky, and whispered, "Maybe in another universe, the stars aligned and us happened."

Maybe they were better off this way.

Maybe they were meant to be each other's first, but never their last.

And maybe, the stars were never really in their favor.