What If We Rewrite The Stars

Once, there was light.
And in that light, two souls found each other.
They danced between shadows and stages,
between duty and desire,
between who they were and who they were meant to be.

But some stories are written in dusk,
not daylight.
And some choices echo louder in silence
than in words.

This is not a story about happy endings.
It's a story about the ones we fight for.
The ones we lose.
And the parts of ourselves we leave behind
to survive.
(This is a story with a different ending. An ending that Jinu and Rumi deserved but couldn't have)