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You pierce my soul.
I am half agony.
Half hope...
I have loved none but you.
-Jane Austen
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He is the sea, she is the stars.
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The first time they meet, it is accidental, easily forgotten.
The sky brushes gently against the sea like a paintbrush on a canvas, and for a minute, everything stops.
Electricity flows through them, sending shivers among them.
Then it is over.
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She sees him next.
And for a second, their gazes meet, and the girl has never seen a pair of eyes exactly like his.
They are churning, furious sea, but at the same time, gentle and calming, like waves lapping at the shore. They are wild and untamable, yet soothing and beautiful.
He sees her too.
He sees the gears moving behind her eyes, but locked away, like steel doors. He sees the carefully constructed labyrinth her orbs hold, clear and intelligent. He also sees the swirling storm behind those eyes, and the glint of laughter like sparkling lights. He sees the stars.
It is seared into their memories.
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For the third time, they truly meet.
She smiles, inclines her head politely, but he can see-can feel the war, the glowing embers within her.
He grins at her, and she laughs.
It is a high, pure sound, and he thinks the angels are singing. He can feel it, too.
And for a minute, they soar above the clouds, hand in hand.
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He sees her next.
They are weary, torn from war, and scarred by the horrors of man.
Her stars begin to fade, and her eyes soon lose their luster for a mirror of the smoke they are slowing posioning her with.
He is no better.
His skin is no longer the bronze it used to be, gray and wrinkled like a old man's. His eyes are no longer bright and intruging, dulled to a pale green.
They are dying slowly, inside.
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When he disappears, she panics.
It is strange, how much she cares about the boy she only met a few times, but it is true.
The seas are wild, uncontrollable without their master, but she does her best.
She sings soft lullabies to them, strokes them with her velvety sky, and waits.
She longs for the one with storm in his eyes.
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When he comes back, the skies are brilliant.
He is haggard, but his smiles are as bright as ever, and his laughs are music to her ears.
She nurses him back to health, and he heals, but it is too late for her.
Darkened by the posion man is sending in her veins, the stars dim, and he can only watch in horror as she fades.
She smiles for the last time, and tells him.
I love you.
Those are her last words, and she sends down a shower of shooting stars.
This is the end.
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