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It wasn't supposed to end this way…
Their lives had been mapped out at birth, both meant for fame and fortune. They were supposed to grow up and marry pretty girls and have pretty children while gaining fame and glory. That's how their lives were supposed to be.
They weren't supposed to wind up together, sweaty and sticky under sheets of silk. They weren't supposed to hole up in each other's rooms for days at a time, sleeping, and eating, and fucking until it became second nature.
They weren't supposed to fall in love, but somehow did. One cold morning one whispered into the other's ear, his words dusting over the other's ear like a warm gust of wind, "I love you."
The feelings weren't meant to be reciprocated, but were. And they lived like that, in bliss and harmony for two years, loving and caring and not able to think of anything but one another.
She certainly wasn't supposed to come into their life. But then, she probably was, but their universe was already tilted and leaning and she seemed to upright it while pushing it over at the same time. They ended their happiness together one day when one whispered, his voice trembling and his hands clutching each other, "I can't do this anymore."
And then, it was as if everything was how it was supposed to be, like they were a blip on the screen. The world had been righted, their paths set straight. Both were on their way to marrying pretty girls and having pretty children.
But as usual with these two, the world tilted again.
There wasn't supposed to be an accident. One wasn't supposed to apparate home from his American book tour to greet a sea of black. He wasn't supposed to grieve for his lost love, the love that had been torn from him so violently.
He was supposed to marry the pretty girl and move on with his life so they could have their pretty children and live in a house with a white-picket fence. She was supposed to dry his tears for his fallen friend. She was supposed to support him and not let him fall himself…
Only, she couldn't.
He wasn't supposed to stop his car that morning, his heart hammering as he quietly shut the door and walked to the edge of the bridge. He wasn't supposed to climb over the edge carefully, not yet wanting to fall. He shouldn't have smiled as the wind whipped around him.
He did though, and with a quick look upwards and a whispered, "I love you Drake" he let himself fall…
…Like dust in the wind.
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