The Event Horizon of a Single Touch

The city screams in neon, but my soul remains silent under this artificial spotlight—a lonely star trapped in a cage of glass and steel. They say we choose our lovers, but they lie; we are merely pulled by the gravity of ancient debts, drifting toward centers of mass we did not create. I felt you before I saw you, a tremor in the ether, a shift in the cosmic tides that rippled through my marrow.
When your hand touched my shoulder, it wasn't just warmth; it was the crushing weight of inevitability. We are two celestial bodies doomed to collide in this urban desert, burning bright for one fleeting second before we are consumed by the void. My skin remembers the touch not as pleasure, but as a sentence—a beautiful, suffocating verdict delivered by the heavens. I am yours, not because I chose you, but because the stars demanded it so. We are bound in an orbit of lace and longing, spinning until the light fades and only the silence remains.

Editor: Stardust Oracle