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Prompt: Star-Crossed Lovers
Marinette laid back on her bed, a puff of air leaving her lips as she buried herself in her quilt. It was softer than her guilt that gnawed at her insides.
She rubbed at the hot tears that insisted on running down her cheeks, no matter what she did she couldn’t seem to stop them. She just wanted everything to stop, for the pain to subside, for the world to be set right again, for things to fall in a place she had dreamed as a kid it would.
But kids are lied to. Raised with the childish hopes and dreams of perfection, unknowing that the world was cruel and vile, and it doesn’t allow happiness that's pure and simple and perfect is not a thing that exists.
Marinette held her pillow to her chest as her chest wracked with sobs she refused to let out.
She knew… she knew . She knew it was a bad idea to fall for a guy a world away. And that’s what he was.
A guy a world away.
Another universe.
Another life.
A place she could never reach.
Because when they say star-crossed lovers, they don’t mean the false stories you see on tv. They don’t mean the destiny that lies in a red string tied to your pinkie. They don’t mean the destiny that ends in a blissful happy end that makes the audience cry and laugh and fills their chest with an undeniable warmth that fills them with butterflies and wasps all at once.
They mean star-crossed lovers.
Two who are a world apart, coming together to create a romance so sweet its a tragedy.
But everyone thinks their romance will be different. That theirs won’t end like that. Theirs would be different.
Ours would be different.
That’s what Marinette had said.
She had said it a hundred times over in pink and blue and green and every colour ink; etched into paper with glitter and gold and scratches of paper and twin and tears and lipstick. Left her lips like a prayer, a breath in the cold you can visibly see, a wish that leaves your heart warm and tingly.
But star-crossed lovers aren’t meant to be.
Star-crossed lovers aren’t meant to be.
They’re a doomed romance from the moment they began, hands outstretched to someone who can’t hold theirs forever. A foolish hope that makes the world seem brighter. That fills their sky with stars.
But stars have always been out of reach.
So why did Marinette think she could reach him.
She had fallen to her knees, heart in her throat coming out of her mouth in screams of agony and hate and vile words that she was not meant to speak. Leaking from her eyes in salt and water and sorrow. On the ground in muck and dirt and stains that still stuck to her pants that she hoped never would clean. A reminder if the remainder of her heart that was left wasn’t enough.
Star-crossed lovers weren’t meant to be.
She held the paper close to her chest. The one he filled with words of love and hope and brightness.
Six feet under remained their love.