Casey was a celestial body. No, he didn't think she was fat – though that would have been what he would jokingly claim if she ever were to find out about this descriptor. And no, he was not confusing celestial with divine; though one could understandably make that mistake given how her long dancer's legs made him think about infinity. How her smile lit up the world and her blue eyes could make one lost to the living.
No, he meant celestial as in like stars and planets. There had been a time where he had had his very own personal universe. A beautiful personal star system where everything revolved around him! And then came Planet Casey. A rogue planet crashing into his world, messing up everyone's pathing. Even worse she threw HIM off track. Whenever she drew near, he felt the pull. She entered the room – and snap – she became his point of orientation, his fix point, his north star. She was inevitable. Like gravity.
He knew she felt the pull, too. They came close to each other and started circling. The proximity caused magnetic storms in their atmosphere, heated their very core, ripped them open and vulnerable, caused eruptions and changed them. Then they would pull away, calmness returning on the surface and each continuing their path – until their orbits drew close again.
There were many close shaves, but they had always managed to pull apart again. So far…
But he couldn't keep wondering what would happen if they crashed. Would they explode, the world shatter and leave nothing but broken fragments and dust? Or fuse and give rise to something new? New life?
Derek turned off the midnight TV documentary he had been watching. Somehow everything always led back to her.