||forever and you're gone

||07. supernova Dan x Jewls

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—supernova

|perfection doesn't suit you|

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Fabia is perfect. She is beautiful and noble and fair and smells like carnations -

then she reminds him that carnations don't have a fragrance, and the dead petals and dreams adorning her jewelless tiara shine like raw blood. He thinks that maybe Fabia is not so regal and kind after all.

Julie is perfect. She is happy and bubbly and effervescent, and she really, truly understands him -

then she smiles plastically and tells him all the right things at all the wrong times, and he realizes that Julie is a better actor than he thought she was. He thinks that maybe Julie is not so cheery and cherry-pink after all.

Mira is perfect. She is constant like the North Star and as stable as rubber cement and she holds galaxies in the palm of her hand -

then she's gone.

"I'm soo sorry," Jewls says, and dabs flowerseed-oil on her wrists.

I know, he wants to say.

She turns to him, smiling with synthetic sympathy. "But there are other girls, aren't there?"

There's you, he wants to say.

Her phone trills out an eight-bit rendition of her and her paparazzi-hounded friend's latest single, and she stands, leaving behind the styrofoam cup with her kiss-mark still staining the rim. "I have to go." Her strappy, high-heeled shoes clack against the ground, tapping out a melody in D minor.

Stay, he wants to say.

But she's already out the door.