The Lovers
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...
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