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Some nights Isaac thought of the future when he looked at the stars. Of a bittersweet promise made under the stars so long ago.
Other nights Isaac thought that maybe he just wasn’t born to be loved. The only time he’d met someone who seemed to love him despite every reason not to, they were separated in less than a year.
"As long as you love me, I will find my way back to you." She told him, but how long ago had it been? How many nights had been spent looking at the stars, wishing for her return, even though he didn’t believe in such things? How long had this cycle of hope and despair been going on? Or his attempts to take matters in his own hand and find a theory or formula on how to find her?
But every time the twinkling of the stars seemed to tell him to carry on, to not give up hope. And he didn’t. Isaac caught himself wishing her goodnight before retiring.
The memories of nights spent under the stars she loved so much were a painful reminder of what could have been, but also a sweet promise of what the future could be.
And for the first time he trusted fate, trusted the things he couldn’t understand, the forces he couldn’t see, and wished, with all his heart, for the stars to bring back the light into his heart. And for once, they seemed to answer, to promise him the wait was almost over.
But that was probably wishful thinking. A fever dream in the reminder of his loss. When did he lose his grounding like that?
Yet, no matter how much his mind complained and tried to hold onto logic, his heart still hoped that their fates would cross once again, this time never to part.