I NEVER CONSIDERED MYSELF LUCKY, not even when I realized I found the love of my life.

      I knew deep down, our paths crossing interrupted the peace within nature. We were a blip in time; a cosmic catastrophe waiting to happen; separated by the rivaling houses of Capulet and Montague.

We were magnetic, opposite poles dying to touch, just once at least.

Maybe that's why I couldn't keep my distance.

If I had, I wouldn't find myself trapped between two worlds. An awful place to be, really. It didn't help that his heart, so well-versed and lived, sat in my trembling, far too human hands. I couldn't be trusted with things, I wasn't lucky. I was going to break it.

If he didn't accidentally break me first, that is.

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