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She’s order, and he’s chaos.
Two things that do not, should not, cannot coexist.
She’s the shining star and he caused the explosion, a million or a billion or maybe even a trillion years ago.
(Science was never her strong suit).
(It was his).
She keeps away from chaos, as well as she can. Keeps her focus on a place for everything and everything in its place.
But order is drawn to chaos, in some cruel trick of fate.
Drawn too close, and in the blink of an eye, everything is ruined.
All is lost.
And order starts to cry.
But sometimes, chaos fixes.
Aiding order in her way.
Fixing wires, flipping switches, playing songs for all to hear.
Order finds a lost shoe and feels like the prince.
Who knew chaos could be the princess?