I took a picture the other night.
I had just gotten out of the shower, makeup slightly smeared around my eyes, hair plastered to my head. I never realized it had faded into a color matching yours, at least not until then.
The face looking back at me looked less like mine and more like yours. I haven't seen your face in over a year; it feels more like a decade most of the time. But that night! That night, the face staring back at me from my phone, she was you.
Suddenly, I could see us laughing and twirling, sharing secrets and thoughts. Whimsical yet real, a fairy tale come to life before it all came crashing down. Two goddesses of the night, blinded by a false god.
I don't know how I invoked your gaze that night. Perhaps it's because the moon was in Scorpio...
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