Up in the Stars

Molten

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We return to the immortals.

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Gone.

One moment she was there, right before him.

Alight in golden hues, an angel on earth.

Oh, how he had wanted to kiss her.

Wanted to press her into him, watch her melt in his arms.

As their music built between them, as they fought with their instruments.

Floated up into the stars, raced through time and space.

The entire universe was nothing in comparison to what he felt for her.

And then she was gone.

The moment plays over and over in his mind like a broken record.

Her flushed face alight as the audience began to cheer.

And then the darkness.

The sound of her running.

Alexander presses his fists into his eyes.

Watching as stars formed in the darkness of his eyelids.

A cavern had opened in his chest.

Emptiness sucking the light from his soul.

She was gone.

And so was the sun.

There was no light, no happiness.

Only darkness and pain left in her wake.

He does not need to see to know that Theodore is still pacing the room, his phone glued to his ear as he barked out orders.

Alexander had recently run out of calls to make.

"...what do you mean you don't know, Graham? I fucking-"

His words are cut off by the sound of shattering glass.

Alexander glances up, watches as Dante grabs another glass from the cart and throws it at the wall.

The pain on his face unlike anything Alexander had ever seen from him.

Anguish and fury, just like his own.

The shards rain down across the floor, glinting in the light of the fire.

The force knocks one of the photo frames from the top of the fireplace.

It falls to the floor, clattering against the hard wood.

Theodore hangs up the phone, a beat of silence passing as they each stare down at the frame.

He bends down to pick it up, his fingers running along the metal edges.

It's her.

Posing next to a snowman the four had built together on one of the snow days.

Her cheeks rosy from the cold, a knit cap snugly pulled over her curls.

Her smile is wide, beaming.

Theodore's breath catches.

The impact of the fall had formed a crack in the glass.

Cutting straight through her.

He traces it with his finger, tears burning in his eyes.

He had been terrified of losing her before she was even theirs to lose.