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Words Unspoken
He and She were, are, will be a match like no other; not linked because they were opposites, but because they were kindred spirits. Neither believed in destiny, and yet destiny had joined them long before they even existed, interwoven into the legends of the cosmos.
They both craved, would crave, adventure like no other of their kind had before or since. Stealing one another had only been the beginning; and there was so much more still to come.
Both of them were alive, and both had been alone. Yet He felt alone even though She'd never leave him; he would look around her console room and only see the ghosts of those who had been there before.
Sometimes She felt such regret, that She had done to Him what He had done to his friends; given Him the joy of the universe at the cost of the pain. He didn't deserve the loneliness and anger and sadness that now plagued him every moment. Stealing him; was it, would it be, really any better than remaining alone?
She did, would do, everything she could to make it up to Him. She embraced His quirks, trusted His judgement, forgave his mistakes and saved Him from His enemies and from Himself.
He would never blame her if He knew.
They were connected, for eternity, and yet they would forever be apart. Perhaps someday they would find a way, but for now, the words between them remained unspoken.