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It has been years since Anya Forger’s disappearance. Left without a trace. Vanished like a shooting star; beautiful yet fleeting.
Damian Desmond heard rumors of the family’s true identity, where the mother was an assassin, the father a spy, and the daughter… no. It can’t be true, right? It can’t be true that the daughter… ? Never mind.
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But she was my sun...
Except he never looked at her except in frustration.
It was weird how she was scarily intuitive, and yet he basked in her warm presence, enjoying the light in his life. He complained when she was gone, but he never looked. On days she was gone from school, he complained. And when she became the youngest Imperial Scholar, he hid with anger in his heart.
He never looked until she looked at him with the beauty of the setting sun, and he wondered how he’d never seen her before.
...and she was my moon…
A moon among the shining stars, a lone dog barking alone at night.
She was like the moon; lost, eclipsed, and witnessed all the beauty and faults of humanity, and yet she bloomed brightly in the arms of the sky. Anya knew everything, carried the burden of secrets of her family, but she still captured the hearts of many people, even when she wasn’t showing her own.
And if the universe can make the moon glow from the sunshine, I believe that it could do the same to you.
… and the stars.
The most beautiful star shines on the darkest of nights.
It was not long until I also became an Imperial Scholar with her, for her, and while the eight stars on my uniform glittered brightly under the light, there wasn’t a light quite brighter than the shine of her eyes. She was like a shooting star, a smile that was so bright and rare,
that in the time you blink your eyes, there was no sign that she was ever there.
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It has been years since Anya Forger has been seen, and even more has passed for Damian Desmond to let go of the past and move on.
Because it was his family that caused his beloved’s disappearance.
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To my beloved Anya,
The sun, the moon, the stars, and the
infinite galaxies beyond,
but no one is quite
as magical as
you are.
But if you
make someone
your sun, your moon,
and your stars, who will
light up your sky when they are gone?