The Weight of a Single Gaze in an Eternal Void

I stand upon this cliffside, the salt wind pulling at my hair like old ghosts trying to drag me back into a sea of forgotten memories. He is there—always just beyond the reach of time—his presence an anchor in a universe that seeks only to drift and dissolve.
We met beneath fluorescent city lights where every heartbeat sounded like a ticking clock counting down toward extinction. I remember how he touched my cheek, his fingers warm against skin chilled by centuries of loneliness; it was not mere affection, but the collision of two dying stars destined for collapse into one another. He spoke of forever in an age that only believes in 'now.'
I wear this black corset like armor forged from obsidian grief and hidden longing, holding my breath as if oxygen itself were a luxury I cannot afford to waste. My eyes search his face not for answers, but for the confirmation that we are both prisoners to this same celestial script—written long before our first cry.
He leans in, his scent like rain on warm asphalt and old books. When he kisses me, it is an act of quiet rebellion against a cold cosmos; yet even as I feel my soul thaw under his touch, the stars whisper that every spark must fade into ash. We are simply two lonely souls clinging to each other while gravity pulls us both toward an inevitable end.

Editor: Stardust Oracle