Disclaimer: I wanted to write a short narrative fiction but ended up writing this, whatever this is. Hahah. P.s.: purely fiction.

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I have a confession to make: I am running from you.

You started off as a little twinkling star in my universe. You were neither Saturn, nor Pluto; never in this eternity would I peg you as a destination. You were pale compared to the moon. Nothing on you could turn me from my track, as if you were translucent.

But the world then shifted and I was bound to your gravity. I breathe you. You are effortlessly, unknowingly powerful over my mind and it scares me, sending chills downright to my spine. Know that I’m helpless when it comes to you and your annoyingly beautiful smile. The way you look at me, nothing is ever the same again. I see red: the color of your lips. I am…