𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽 . alive and warm and able . how he burns alight , how he gleams against her dark and shriveled shadow . she knows this lie well , this awful burden of a star , hot and aflame with its own charge ------ never peering around at its own mighty destruction . planets dare to fall around him , stars burn in his orchestra of light , but she knows . she has always known . it has stayed here , within her gut , this lowly secret of war . he will wither soon , like she did , but she cannot bear to look away . “ what was that ? ” it rumbles in her throat , this voice that she has not used in so long . how many weeks has it been since she has seen another ? how many months ? she cannot remember . it is better not to remember , not since ------ “ again , do it again . ” too bright , too full of life . it whipped past her so fast she could not think , she could not dare stop fighting these ugly creatures that surrounded them . but now they are all dead , all sitting at their feet like soft apologies bleeding themselves out into the flowers . she hates it . it smells like death and war and everything she left behind . no , she focuses on him instead , dull blue eyes wandering into his .
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