Not A Love Story

She was born with a tortured soul. She didn’t need any childhood trauma, personal tragedy or heartbreak to go spiraling into the black hole. She was perpetually on the edge of falling. The void was her home. She was the kind to run away from the light at the end of the tunnel. Darkness was all she knew, all she was fond of. There was nothing she was afraid of, except for herself. Her thoughts were darker than her own shadow.

Yet, she was the brightest star of his universe. She was the only light he would ever need.

“You can’t save me, no one can. I’m unfix-able.” she used to say.

And all he would tell her was, “You fool, can’t you see? You’re the one saving me.”