It feels magical and alive, now that the line connects them. What once were stars left to thrive are now connected like brain stem. They were just ordinary girls who lived in two separate worlds, until their worlds collided and they stuck undivided. She never really knew what struck first, the other's charm, or beauty, smile, or personality, but one was there for the other at their worst, and that’s when it made sense: totality. You see, they were just two lone stars, wandering about in the night sky, until destiny put them together and made a constellation no eye could deny.
A symphony of soft pink light, A flower bathed in morning’s grace. Serene, untouched—a gentle sight, Nestled in its sacred place. But then, a silent shadow crept, Dark clouds veiled the pastel glow. Soon the heavens softly wept, As life had trials to bestow. The flower bowed, all damp and weak, Burdened by each heavy drop. Its soft pink hue grew dark and bleak, As the storm began to stop. One by one, the petals fell, Leaving nothing but the stem. What once had bloomed so bright and well, No longer shone, a lost gem. Until a kind hand reached with care Gathering the petals, torn apart She taped them back, a love so rare Mending a soul that had lost its heart She reached out over the flower, Shielding it from further scars. Then she whispered, soft in power "Even in the storms, I'll show you the stars."
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