Meant to sabotage, never to be together, forbidden, hopeless. This is my story.
We were opposites, like a million years apart. He was gorgeous, one of a kind, sparkling eyes like that of a diamond, good hair and that fatal smirk. Everyone carved a piece of him.
Me? I was a basic girl. Black hair, black eyes, like a star. Had a million doppelgangers. I had nothing special.
His eyes met mine and I swear I never shone brighter. We started this romance of separation. The ecstasy burning hotter than the sun.
Eyes met and smiles widened. It felt like decades passed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I moved towards him. Soon, I was pacing, getting closer every second.
As I touched his hand it felt like I had turned into a meteor, a glazing ball.
We met and I fell apart. He took my hand and took me on the dance floor. Breathing fast, eyes never leaving his, sledgehammers in my head.
His hand rested on my waist as he pulled me closer, it felt like the start of an explosion, like the drum rolls before the announcement of the final winner.
We swayed, sparkling the whole room. the passion, the power, the energy we had like of a Collision, of a bang.
But it turned to dust. As you kissed me the house caught fire. We were lost as everyone ran around, saving themselves from the flame.
We were caught in our flames, unaware, reckless. Soon, it was too late, we were burning, inside out. And we were alone together.
You pulled me closer and kissed me as the fire caught up with us. He held me till our last breath. Till we turned into dust.
At least I burnt in his arms. Like the meteor shower, the beautiful trauma, ended with us.