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Phoenix POV:
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In the beginning, everything was bright, happy,
A friendship as shining as the high summer sun.
Trust, loyalty, inseparable you and me,
Until it stopped, all falling apart with a gun.
Been fifteen years already, far from each other,
Everyday felt like walking under autumn rain.
Then, we met again, you were accused of murder.
But we stood strong, unbreakable despite the pain.
Even so, the worst happened, putting us to test,
Seven disbarred years, when I lost everything dear.
Through this winter-like epic, you were my life vest.
Looking back at this path we took, at night hours,
I smile gently, hold your hand; your eyes are so clear.
The kiss we share is softer than the spring flowers.
Miles POV:
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Do you remember the summer breeze, us laughing?
My childhood days, the best memories of my life?
We were young, we were dumb, and my dad was smiling,
And it shattered before me, for a trial strife.
I spent my days crying, wishing for your presence,
While he was shaping me, changing my demeanour.
Now, you are in this court, back in my existence,
Saving me, clearing my sky from the fall downpour.
Then, seven years of despair, hard sobs, lifeless eyes,
And we walked through this life like we face a snowstorm.
Hand in hand, your badge retrieved, your smile was my prize.
Now, I wake up to see the flower buds blooming.
And I turn to gaze at your lovely sleeping form,
Just to realise how lucky I am, beaming.
Fandom POV:
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Two childhood friends, playing hide and seek together.
Everything looks bright, no clouds obscuring the sun.
It is warm, and they laugh, surrounded by heathers,
Last moment of peace before it ends with a gun.
Fifteen autumns pass: they suffer, it is painful.
One is a demon, the other is his chaser.
A trial, not guilty verdict: they are grateful.
It seems that their relation could not get better.
But like the cold hands of winter, they face the worse.
These seven years could be their end, but they stand strong,
Closer than ever, a coin's obverse and reverse.
Free like birds in spring, under the sun, spreading their wings,
They now promise each other an eternal bond,
Smiling, crying tears of joy while exchanging rings.