How were you supposed to know you’d end up rearranging the entire cosmos just by colliding?

You were like a comet—stunning, untamed, and destructive. Beautiful in your fire, but leaving behind nothing except ruins and echoes of things that once felt unshakable.

"I love you," you said, placing your hands on his bare chest— a quiet battlefield, marked with more scars than ink.

"It'll pass," Simon replied, with the same eyes that undressed you without a single touch just an hour ago. But now, his gaze was cold. He wasn't your Simon anymore. Still lying beside you—but no longer yours.

Because how could you have known that even the most honest love walks on a fragile thread— and one day, without warning, something would shift.

And you'd forget. Forget it ever existed at all.