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[aishxteruu]

[3] and when our stars align

— Rosa’s Final POV

maybe the universe heard us— our quiet promises, our aching silences. maybe it's just a matter of time. because something in me still believes... we'll find our way.

Maybe the universe heard us.

The quiet prayers we whispered into the night, the aching silence between words we never said but always meant. Maybe they reached the stars—maybe they listened.

I’ve been carrying your name like a quiet echo in my chest. Even in the days we’ve spent apart, even when the world felt too loud or too still, I could still feel you—woven into every quiet moment I wished you were there.

Time has stretched between us, but my heart never let go. Not once. And somehow, even across all the miles and the maybes, I know you’ve felt it too. That quiet pull. That invisible thread. We’ve never truly lost each other.

I think love like ours doesn’t vanish. It lingers. It stays. It waits.

I’ve found comfort in the small things again—light through the curtains, the hush of dawn, the way the breeze brushes my skin and almost feels like you. And for the first time in a long while, it doesn’t hurt to hope.

If the stars are kind, if fate hasn’t forgotten us… I know we’ll meet again.

Not as people picking up the pieces, but as two souls finally finding home in one another.

When our stars align, I’ll be waiting.

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[aishxteruu]

[2] if time is kind, i’ll find you again

— Luke POV

sometimes, i still reach for her— in quiet moments, in dreams, in the hush between heartbeats. i carry her with me, in memory and in hope. if time is kind, i’ll find her again.

There are moments—quiet ones—when I catch myself reaching for you without thinking.

In the stillness, where the world fades into silence, your absence settles beside me like an old companion. Not heavy, not sharp… just there. Familiar. I’ve grown used to the ache, but never comfortable with it.

I remember the way your eyes softened when you looked at me. How your touch never demanded anything, only gave. I think about those things more often than I admit. Maybe too often. But love doesn’t ask for permission to linger.

Every part of me holds onto the feeling of you—your laughter tucked into the corners of my memories, the warmth of your presence echoing in places you once stood. And still, I move forward. I keep working, keep breathing, keep protecting. It’s what I know how to do. But every path I walk somehow bends back toward you.

We’ve braved storms before. Faced things no one saw coming. And even now, separated by distance and the weight of unspoken words, I believe in us. In the thread that ties our hearts together. Quiet, but unbreakable.

You’ve always been my light, even when you’re not here to shine. And if time is kind, if fate hasn’t forgotten us, I’ll find my way back to you. No matter how long it takes.

Until then, I’ll wait. Not with folded hands or empty days, but with hope steady in my chest—like a compass that never loses its way.

Because I loved you then, I love you still. And I always will.

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[aishxteruu]

[1] in quite, we remain

— Rosa x Luke (Tears of Themis)

in quite, we remain sometimes, a single thought lingers—soft but relentless—pulling me toward him. i ache for his presence, for the warmth in his arms that feels more like home that anywhere else. our love is quite, but it endures

Sometimes, a single thought lingers—quiet but persistent—threading itself through every part of me. It isn’t loud, but it stays, deep and restless. A silent ache that tightens in my chest, pulling me toward him. I long for his presence—for the warmth of his embrace, the way it shields me like a fortress against a world that often feels too delicate to bear.

That longing lives in me, deep and constant. I search for the memory of his touch like a traveler chasing a fading light. It’s an ache that hums beneath the surface, begging to be calmed. And in the hush of the night, I hold onto the echo of unspoken promises—fragile and beautiful, like secrets carried on the wind. They wrap around me, strong and gentle, stitching together a future where our love endures and rises above everything trying to tear it down.

Together, we’ve stood against the odds, carving a path no one else dared to walk. Through the unknown, we move forward—not with fear, but with faith. Our hearts, ever in sync, are bound by something far deeper than words. Even in the midst of doubt, our love holds steady—like a song composed in silence, soft enough to soothe even the harshest storms.

I ache for his voice, for words that confirm what my heart already knows—that we are still choosing each other, even in the silence. In his arms, I’ve found a kind of peace that the world could never offer. No force, no distance, no trial could ever sever what connects us. There is strength in what we share—an unbreakable tether.

Our love is a steady flame, burning quietly but endlessly. And so I hold onto hope, refusing to let go. I believe in timing, in fate, in something greater than ourselves guiding our paths back to one another. What we have is more than ordinary—it’s transformative. With unwavering faith, I dream of the day our stories finally align. That one day, we’ll come home to each other, and in that moment, love will outlast the years—eternal, unshaken, and wholly ours.

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