There are things in this world so delicately composed relative to one another; if they were even slightly out of balance, they would render our very reality nonexistent. I arrogantly thought that our love fell in that category. That our love – our love alone – held up the very constitution of this universe. But instead, we were no more than leaves falling at the same time from a tree, and – very briefly – fate had its way and we touched each other on our way down.
On our way down
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