Maybe it was the hands of the cosmos, covered in their starry tattoos, that pushed them together. Like dolls, like puppets suspended limply by fraying strings. Maybe it was fate, but she didn't really believe much in fate.

For months, she didn't (and still doesn't) know what to make of the boy/fairy/god with the sun-soaked hair and the stained glass wings that protruded from between his shoulder blades. There was a magic about him that she couldn't place, an opiate that seeped through her skin and poisoned her veins; it twisted her emotions, reduced her brain to nothing more than a jumble of buzzing neurons. (And a colossal headache.)

She kissed him, he kissed her back; a thousand sparks flew from their lips in a dazzling display of fireworks.

She watched him suffer and bleed till even she could feel his nerves crying out for death's mercy, and healed his wounds with her lips every night before she slept.

And so she knew she loved him.

But she was just barely human, and he was all the galaxies in one fragile body.

[mora]

She shocked him, to be honest. (Still does.) Too capable for a mortal, too fragile for a fairy. Astoundingly beautiful, but not ethereal. She fell somewhere in between, in a shadowy gray area that led down a path to no-man's-land, to Asphodel, perhaps. She was an anomaly, but damned if he wouldn't love her anyway. His pulse beat swiftly through his wings but for all they were, they were pretty useless. (What use are wings if you can't fly away from your mind?)

He was young, foolish, and just a boy, but even young and foolish boys can understand loving someone. And he knew, with every beat of his soul, he loved her, and he would love her until the moon and the stars fell from their pedestals in the night sky.

But sometimes love just ain't enough.

How stupidly lucky, that the person you love, breathing softly on your neck as you lie staring at the stars, is the one thing beyond your reach, he thought as the drug of his sadness swept through his body and put him to sleep.

For she was everything he wanted but could not have, because he was a god,

and she was everything but.

finis.

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