Caught between the lines

Krizia was a candle burning from both ends-still choosing to give warmth even while her own light slowly disappeared. She carried life like bruised hands carrying groceries in the rain: trembling, exhausted, but never empty. Behind her loud mouth and stubborn pride was a girl stitched together by sacrifice, raised by a grandmother whose memories faded like old photographs left under the sun.

Gabriel was an airplane made of gold and distance. Beautiful from below, impossible to reach up close. He was raised inside spotless hallways and cold expectations, taught how to succeed before he ever learned how to stay. People looked at him like the sky-something admirable, untouchable, and too far above them to belong anywhere else.

She was thunder pretending to be okay.
He was silence pretending not to feel.

And when they met, they were two disasters colliding in slow motion-like rain trying to hold onto the wind, like fire falling in love with something destined to leave. Because some people enter your life like homes, while others arrive like hurricanes-

beautiful enough to make you stay,
destructive enough to leave nothing behind.