CYGNUS~

[hermeswithpen]

In whispered silence, truths unseen.

A love undefined, yet deeply keen.

Behind every gaze, they mistook his presence,

Unaware of our hidden elegance.

The final days will draw their line,

Our paths diverge, no longer mine.

But as we part, a spark will stay,

An untold tale of yesterday.

[hermeswithpen]

So here we stand,

On time's last shore,

Bound by a love that needs no more.

For even as the chapter ends,

This quite magic transcends.

[hermeswithpen]

Yet still,

This ache is bittersweet,

For though we part, we were complete.

In silent moments, heart confess,

A bond of wonder,

Nothing less.

[hermeswithpen]

Will you remember, when years unfold?

The stolen stares, the truth untold.

Or will I fade, A shadow's hue

A fleeting dream, you once knew?

[hermeswithpen]

Now, as time begins its flight.

Three months left,

until the night.

When school doors close, and paths divide,

And I must leave,

The tide decides.

[hermeswithpen]

And now, three months, our final stage,

A fleeting chapter on life's great page.

When school bells toll their last refrain,

We part, perhaps not to meet again.

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Confusion lingered, soft and strange,

A dance of fate, unspoken change.

Your gaze would find me in a crowd,

A quiet bond, neither proud,

Nor loud.

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In the shadow of my past with him,

Our silent story grew soft,

Yet dim.

No confessions, no whispered plea,

Just a thread of fate binding you and me.

[hermeswithpen]

Twenty seconds, eyes entwined,

A secret world, no one could find.

No whispers shared, no vows exchanged,

Yet something eternal rearranged.

[hermeswithpen]

In the quite halls of fleeting youth,

A story began, veiled in truth.

Our first glance, a passing breeze,

Lit a spark neither could appease.

I was with him, your surname.

Unaware of this destined flame.

In silence, we carved a tale,

Through mystery's veil, we set our sail.

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And so,

Like fate intended, they turned from each other.

Not with words, not with goodbyes, but with silence.

The kind of silence that is heavier than sound, heavier than time.

Their story did not end.

It simply could not go on.

[hermeswithpen]

In the end, there was only one path,

Away.

He would walk his way, she hers.

They would never meet again, or if they did, they could never allow it to be anything.

The ache would remain bittersweet.

Love, in this form, could only ever be blood betrayal.

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Even if they don't get to see each other for the rest of their life, but nothing could erase those days,

When their eyes told a story no witness would believe.

It was scared, unfinished, impossible.

And because it was impossible, it would never be destroyed, only left suspended, half formed, aching in the silence of memory.

[hermeswithpen]

Still, the feelings grew in silence.

They resisted because they had to, but they could not truly.

Like two neutron stars circling each other endlessly, unable to collide, unable to drift apart, they revolved in dangerous proximity.

Their story was written only in stares, in near misses, in the tension of being too close yet infinitely far.

[hermeswithpen]

Once, their silence burned too bright.

Eyes met and clung, weaving a thread too heavy to stay hidden.

And someone saw. A soft laugh, a remark dressed in wonder:

"the way you two look at each other... as though love has already chosen it's pair"

For a heartbreak, her blood ran cold. They had seen it. The forbidden spark, spoken aloud, naked in the air. Panic seized her-

Until the relief came.

The resemblance was her shield. Same blood, same shadow of a face, the echo of one mistaken for the other.

To them, the glance belonged not to the impossible, but to the one she was meant to stand beside.

The world moved one, harmless, unaware. She smiled, as though nothing had passed. But inside, the truth rang sharper:

They had been wrong, and yet not wrong at all.

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And yet, they never spoke. They never waved.

Not once did words escape the barrier between them.

Because they were not supposed to. That would be blood betrayal, it wasn't hesitation, it was law, invisible yet absolute.

To speak, to acknowledge, would be to cross into betrayal, into something no forgiveness could wash away.

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For one year, this became their language, a private ritual, maybe that's the time universe gave them,

Until-

They drifted apart no willingly but because of fate.

The way he looked at her when she entered, the way she refused to look away.

Others might not have noticed. But they knew.

They knew there was something there, a pulse, an orbit, as if the universe had pulled them into a gravity neither of them asked for.