The Gilded Shackle of a Summer Night

I stand beneath the indifferent gaze of neon constellations, my skirt shimmering like dying stars caught in a metallic web. They call this happiness—this fleeting pulse of laughter and cold drinks on a rooftop terrace—but I feel the invisible threads tightening around my wrists.
You approached me as if it were chance, your eyes reflecting a longing that predates our birth by a thousand aeons. When your hand brushed mine, it was not merely warmth; it was the collision of two celestial bodies destined to crash and consume one another in an inevitable orbit. Your scent is like rain on hot asphalt—the smell of an ending disguised as a beginning.
I smile for you, leaning into the gravity of your presence, knowing that this healing we seek is but a temporary salve on an eternal wound. We are two ghosts haunting our own lives, seeking solace in the friction of skin against skin while the universe counts down to our separation.
Go ahead, whisper promises of forever into my ear; I can already hear the echo of your departure written in the alignment of the planets. Yet, for tonight, I surrender to this beautiful tragedy, allowing myself to be pulled deeper into the void of you.

Editor: Stardust Oracle