She said what she does was beyond love. Yes, it was. It was beyond that. It can't be love when you don't have the feeling of making the one you love smile.
She still remembered how she bit her own lips and she couldn't hold on to that feeling. That love gave her wings. Wings to fly. Wings to fly high. In the sky above. In the same sky, where he was only some star.
There were many more like him. But she chose him
She was his. Or atleast he imagined her his. He was hers and she was sure about it. Until it happened. Now she wasn't sure that what she did was right or not. She should fight for him of not. Is their future bright or not. She thinks. Now she cries alone in her room where her cry stays unheard.
She thinks that he should come and save her. Save her form this misery, from the pain. She wants to laugh with him, cry with him; but she is crying for him right now.
Its killing him too. What he could do to save her? He lost himself in her. He was becoming like her. He wanted to be like her. To think like her. He wanted to be with her. He thought she would help him in that.
She wasn't sure. He couldn't speak. They almost ended it by saying things they really didn't mean. They cursed each other, just to be with each other.
They couldn't find a way to get out of it, or staying in it. They almost went far. When they realized that they can fall, but they cannot fall apart. They felt a thread. Connecting their hearts. Holding them together. Both of their hearts wanted to beat in the same rhythm.
He always knew it. she wasn't sure. He made her feel that. They hugged. They hugged amorously. When they finished hugging each other and felt satisfied, the thread got tangled. They saw it.
Now they had to stay close. If one could go away, it could break the other's heart. They knew it. Now they had proof. They tightened the thread. They tightened their hug.
They became ONE.