A Gleam of Hope

There was once a boy and I loved him.
I knew from the moment I met him that I'm bad for him, that I'm no good. He was light, I was darkness. He breathes life, I curse it. We were meant not to be. Yet, somehow, someway, we became each other's universe. For some time, he was my life. He was the air I breathe---the moon that became the light in my dark, cold sky.

But that's the thing... It only lasted for some time.

Because even the universe had black holes.

And I was one.

Original Story Line by Nobellista
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