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Chuckles and giggles.
Inspirations and expirations.
Leaning and let lean.
They look up at the stars knowingly, as the couple of stars that had been there before had turned into one of the crossroads which they had seen thousands of times before.
She swoops the hat and places it on her own head, as the red head grumbles about the missing article of clothing.
However even though he complains, he lets her keep it.
She knows that she needs to leave.
She knows he knows.
They agree to not speak of it.
Her ability was at fault for this; although, if it weren't for her ability, they would have never met.
She is the only one that if bound by fate suffers.
As it meant that whoever it could be, the other would leave, maybe finally repay nature's debt? Maybe vanish into thin air?
She was written to be a tragedy.
I don't mind, he had said.
I would never let you, she had replied.
Because although they were bound by fate, destiny was the one who was in control.
Because although they would be together after spluttering their last words, they would meet again, as if it were a loop, and once again perish, together.
She knew because he evoked memories of what had happened before.
And as souls that had been together from the start of times met each other, they left the other.
Kill me, she would say.
I can't, he would say back, knife in hand.
The stars shine brighter than ever, and while her body leans on his, she can only wish on one of those miracle worker shooting stars.
There has to be a solution, he said, enraged.
There's not, they calmly replied.
Can you use your ability? He asked another.
I can, but I won't, he replied, suffer and die, he stated.
He shouted at the other, but how much would the other care? He couldn't force him.
Maybe one day, he said.
Maybe another, she told him back.
And so she whispers her wish, loud enough for her to hear but not enough for him.
"I wish this night would never end."