A/N: I went to #1989TourSydney two nights ago, which was amazing. I'm still massively tired and have a headache (from sleep or the noise, I'm not sure), but it was so worth it. And I just hit 50k for NaNoWriMo! I haven't validated the document yet in case I can use the accomplishment to fuel more writing today, but I've done it!
They're like a book.
At first, they were a possibility, wisps of hypotheticals and hopes swirling around in the air, waiting for someone to pull them all together. It took years of writing and editing to get them to the point of being ready for one another, their awkward phrasings and stray plotlines chiselled away until all that was left was their essence and their journey. Only then were they something that was presentable, that could be exposed to the brutal eyes of the outside world.
Now, they're out there. They're published; they're official. People can make judgements about whether they're right for one another and whether it will last and whether they're going about things the proper way, but they can never take away the fact that they are a thing. And they can criticise the parts of them that they see, not realising or not caring that the pair endure countless sleepless nights and bitter fights and desperate compromises just to keep themselves bound together, but they can never invalidate the fact that they are both staunchly committed to one another. And they can threaten to burn them down out of the twisted knowledge that they will never have that for themselves, but they can never take away the fact that they are in love.
They're real, and they're together. Even if the libraries disappear and the records fail and the databases are destroyed, they will have existed.
And nobody will ever be able to take that away from them.