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Characters: Cynthia X Steven, as requested.
Summary: I'm sorry, Ebaz. This is dark and definitely not what you were looking for when you requested this couple. Sorry. I'm in a dark mood right now.
Swan Song
We're burning down. I'm the smoke and you're the mirror, and I can see someone reflected in your eyes but it's not me, it's a shadow of myself. I swirl like the cloak they force me to wear, and you're as polished as the stones you like to collect, but that's not who we are- that's who they know us to be.
You once told me that I don't look at you or through you, but into you. And I returned the sentiment. Because unlike now, it was true.
Maybe we can change that.
We're breaking up. It sounds like things becoming unhinged to my ears, and it feels like dying wishes under my fingertips. You played me like a piano, and I put you on repeat but didn't really listen to your lyrics- but neither of us are music-lovers, and even if we enjoy the tune of one song we don't necessarily like its meaning.
I once told you that we weren't meant to be. You agreed with a well-spoken "No couple is" and a kiss.
That was never the case.
We're moving forward. Our draconian vignette is a swan song of regret and midnight passions gone awry, because we're one and the same and maybe if we were different we'd even each other out a little. But we aren't, and because of that you give me the world and trail meteor-kisses down my face just to prove me to me that you won't be going anywhere as long as I press your heart against my own.
We once told each other that we were in love.
We always will be.