By Christopher Munroe
They were star-crossed; but no matter what tragedy the world threw at them their love persevered.
When he asked for her hand she wept, when he saw her in her gown he did, for he knew in that moment that no force in heaven or earth could tear them asunder.
Then the sun went nova.
Both were slain, as was every other thing on the planet. The sterile, charred world hurtled through space, tomb and testament to a simple lesion that’s just as true today as it was back then.
Don’t cross the stars.
Stars, once crossed, will ruin you...