if my body were cylinder.

if my body were a cylinder, i would be able to breathe.

i would no longer be suffocating under the grief of a tragic reprieve.

as the unexpected and expected met among these stars,

it felt as if these galaxies shined as bright as the very first day you held me in your arms.

but as the unexpected circled the expected, she came to realize that he was lacking eyes.

instead of glassy circles with pupils in the center, the expected had a soul, a soul of a repenter.

the unexpected was perplexed and unnerved by this realization,

the expected remained silent, watching with the most docile of intentions. the unexpected rejoiced and rallied around the expected, praising and loving him, making him feel respected.

the unexpected grew in size to match her overwhelming feelings, the unexpected grew so large that she bypassed many ceilings. her body hid the illuminations of the night sky, but she still whimpered to herself, sensing her feelings starting to die. the expected did not notice as the unexpected towered over him. the expected simply continued his routine, but wondered why the moon and stars were so dim.

the unexpected waited patiently, still letting herself shine bright. still trying to dominate the sky, even past midnight. but the expected slept through her beauty, the expected laid silent, unsure if this was right, unsure if the unexpected was truly a worthy sight. the expected felt guilty, viewing the situation with his soul, feeling atrocious for having not told the unexpected how he felt - he knew this would take its toll.

he decided to whisper every night during his sleep, whisper to the unexpected that it was his love that was not deep. it took many moons to pass, it took many suns to rise, until the unexpected woke one day and found that the expected had grown a pair of eyes.

with shock and astonishment, the unexpected said, "my goodness, you can see through your head!" the expected simply glanced at her and painfully swallowed his spit, finally saying, "i do not want you to shine. i want you to be dim. dimmer than these many stars. for me, you are unfit."

the unexpected backed away with very little grace, straining herself through forcing a small smile on her face. she backed away with her pride stolen and her face cut to a shred, she backed away because she secretly wished herself to be dead. she backed away while shaking, she backed away in pain. she backed away because she became aware that her many efforts were in vain.

and the unexpected returned slowly to the night sky. to this day, she is the dimmest star, so dark that you can't spot her with your eye. and the expected, well, he is among the rest. shining without hesitancy, believing that what he did was for the best.