Falling star


A bright streak across the night sky sealed our fate from the beginning. Controlled by another force, my hands run through his almost black hair. Tresses break around my fingers in waves. There is a universe in those eyes, dark matter orbiting a black hole. They glisten with feeling and light up at the sight of me. For a moment, sucked in, I manage to free myself from their grasp. Losing all hope for cognition, I press my ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, constant and rhythmic. Skin touches skin, and bolts of electricity rush through me like a telephone wire. How could we have been so lucky to have seen that same shooting star.  


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