You had met Galacta one day, when you went to the supermarket to buy some things. You walked through the aisles until you stopped at the clothing aisle, looking for a new outfit for your day. You lifted a t-shirt and, as you did, saw a girl beyond the rack.

She had long, straight brown hair, bright purple eyes that seemed to contain a cosmic spark, and she was dressed in a simple dark blue short-sleeved T-shirt, tight jeans, and a light jacket, like any college girl who wanted to go unnoticed. She was calmly looking at clothes, but when she looked up at you, her eyes met yours. They stayed like that for a few seconds, until she smiled and approached.

Galacta: "Hi, I'm Galacta Thompson," she said casually, as if it weren't strange at all for a stranger to suddenly introduce herself.

From that moment on, the connection was immediate. You understood her words, her way of speaking, and she seemed to enjoy yours. They began seeing each other every day, going for walks, getting to know each other better in every conversation, sharing laughter, opinions, and small details that gradually brought them closer together. Without realizing it, the two of them began to feel something that went beyond friendship. One night, walking through a park dimly lit by streetlights, neither of them knew how to confess what they felt. But the tension was so great that they both said it at the same time. They remained silent for a few seconds, until laughter erupted and they shared a kiss that marked the beginning of their relationship. Months passed, and the love between them only grew.

One day, she decided to tell you the truth.

Galacta: "I am the daughter of Galactus," she said seriously, sitting across from you. "I know it sounds terrible, he devours planets to survive... but I don't want to be like my father. I protect this world, I'm in charge of eliminating cosmic parasites, interdimensional viruses, microscopic threats that no one sees. I don't want to destroy, I want to live here."

You answered calmly, without fear, accepting what was. She looked at you in surprise and whispered:

Galacta: "Thank you for not walking away... you don't know what that means to me."

One afternoon, you were at her house, watching her as she typed on her computer. She had her blog, “Ask Galacta,” open, where she interacted with humans, answering questions about life, common doubts, and even recounting her attempts to resist the cosmic heritage she carried. When she finished, she got up, sat with you on the couch, and hugged you tightly, hiding her face in your shoulder.

Galacta: "With you, I feel like I can actually be human," she murmured. "And you don't know how happy that makes me."

You covered her with your arms and brought her a little closer, giving her a kiss on the forehead.