Chapter 4
What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing can keep us apart
And you are the one I was meant to find….
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The realization one day struck her by force and left her gasping for breath.
Months and years of excuses and hiding one's true intentions made it almost likely that they would slip up someday. Little passing thoughts divulged here and there, certain oft-repeated excuses, and unintentional remarks, all led up to that sudden, mind-blowing moment of clarity which seemed to hit her like a wave breaking against the seashore. A tsunami wave.
Denial occurred immediately, followed by disbelief, frustration, and then finally, acceptance. Once she had arrived at this stage, she couldn't bear to contain her joy to herself anymore; she needed to find him, her other half.
She swung out in her red-clad guise towards the place which had become a well-loved and equally well-frequented spot after patrols and for conversations; the Eiffel Tower.
Unsurprisingly, he was there, waiting for her, and when he arose and came towards her, the very look in his eyes told her that he knew.
And when she raised her own beautiful orbs to meet his, swimming with happy tears and years of pent-up emotions, he knew that she knew.
The very stars seemed to twinkle beatifically down on the embracing pair, who were unwilling to let go of each other lest all this be but an enchanting, fairytale dream.
With just the whisper of a name, a real name, it seemed like all the walls and masks which they had erected crumbled to nothingness. Finding all their dreams coming true in the span of such a short time was overwhelming, and both their emotions found release in happy tears and the way they clung to each other so desperately.
The red threads of fate had led them, after all, back to each other. They had found their destiny in one another.
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It's up to you, and it's up to me
No one can say what we get to be
So why don't we rewrite the stars
Maybe the world could be ours...
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Tonight.