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More pleasant, more brilliant than the stars in the dust of ash, fragments, essences of souls collided. Some say things must be broken or destroyed in order to regrow more beautiful and strong than before. Tethered to its willingness fighting against the hands of foul misfortune, it was accepted, collided and cancelled out, creating an adorning of a bottomless ephemeral love.
As children, they learned that the cost of loving was a painful one, filled with a path of prickling dread, numbing their roots to a state of vulnerability by those who they are supposed to love.
They learned to create their own meanings to things. To defy the gravitational force of things set in stone. Written in the stars were their inscriptions of a future that was not guaranteed, nor planned.
Nothing was promised.
And so they took nothing for granted. They paved pathways for the lost, hand in hand and brought upon themselves a sanctuary for the lonely to keep the penumbras of their insurrections company.
They chased the sun, knocked on stars and watched the setting dawn switch places with an eclipse for a world tirelessly spinning without fail.
"They've come a long way.."
It was always they. The three of them.
Soft onyx black tresses that layered themselves lock over lock like a void of the night sky's sumter, fell down to a piercing asteroid's collision landing at the hip bone of the woman's frame. Curious amethyst orbs that sparkled like a blossomed wisteria that symbolized eternity, skin as delicate and pale as silk, a height well towering over her former.
"Huh?" The bubbly doe eyed girl blinked, not hearing the murmur that the woman had spoken about.
Blonde golden locks swayed as the woman, now in her sixties had chuckled, shaking her head and now looking at her fully grown student. "Are you going to cry again, Bisky? You know that if you do then I would too .. Killua would nag our heads off." Aurora laughed, carefree, strained through of any sugar coating she would spare for herself.
It felt like she was still in her fifties when she stumbled upon her dirt speckled jewels.
They were fine priceless carats now that she wouldn't dare to even trade for the world— for the three of them had created their own world, carving it out of the petrifaction of stone.
"Today is your happy day, you can't cry, not yet! Now, get up!" Bisky seemed to be more thrilled about the occasion than she was, considering two years of work had gone into investing in the event.
