the stars could not burn

“Don’t hold on,” I told him. It didn’t hurt any less.

“How could you say that?” His eyes looked desperate and mad and I wanted to laugh. I wanted to scream.

“And the world...suffer?” I said instead, softly. “And for what? Love? Us?”

He didn’t reply. He looked away and his hands felt weaker in mine. “It’s not fair.” I laughed. I almost wished that things could be different, why does it have to be us? But I was tired. I only wished for things to be easier.

I reached for his chin and pulled his face to mine. How do you stop a heart from breaking? “We were damned to fall anyways. We burn. We don’t belong here,”

He smiled and it was terrible. It wasn’t beautiful. How do you stop an ocean from spilling? “I know.” His face was scrunched up like it pained him. But he was still smiling. And I didn’t want to let go.

I grinned. How do you make a dead star burn again? “I love you, ”

″You’re terrible.” He told me. But added, “I love you too,” quietly and I wanted to desperately hold on. How do you kill forever? But with a last soft placed love on my cheek, he let go.

I fell.