She never looked like the girls in his stories.
Not the elegant Juliet who danced under moonlight. Not Jasmine with eyes of gold and a future paved in dreams. Not even Cinderella, who found her way to a prince with nothing but soot on her cheeks and a glass slipper on her foot.
She was just... her.
Quiet. Maybe too kind. The kind who'd wait outside your rehearsal room with warm coffee on rainy days and a hoodie just in case you forgot yours again. The kind who would smile when he spoke about the girl he really liked, even if it bruised her heart each time.
"I can be your moon," she said once, under the glow of campus streetlights, "until you find your sun."
He laughed back then. Not out of mockery, but because she always spoke like she was reciting verses from an unwritten poem. She probably was.
"I’m not Juliet," she continued, eyes trailing the stars. “Not brave like Rose, not rich like Jasmine, not patient like Cinderella… but I can be there. I can be your comforter. Your start.”
He didn’t understand what she meant until months passed. Until he found his ‘sun’—a beautiful, dazzling girl with a perfect smile and big dreams. She fit the mold of a queen, the kind boys wrote love songs about.
And yet…
When the days got dark, it wasn’t the sun he looked for.
It was the moon.
It was her.
She who had offered nothing but honest company. She who never asked to be chosen, only to stay until it hurt too much.
He found her again, standing beneath the same lamppost where she first spoke those words. The wind tugged gently at her scarf, and for a second, she really did look like a fairytale.
“I can be your Belle,” she said softly, barely looking at him, “who will accept everything about you.”
There was silence.
“Or maybe… your Tinkerbell. Until you find your Wendy.”
She smiled.
But this time, he didn’t let her turn away.
This time, he reached for her hand — fingers trembling like he was finally afraid to lose the only one who had ever stayed.
“You were never temporary,” he whispered. “I just took too long to realize... the story doesn’t need a queen when the moon was always enough.”
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My lovely stars! I made some changes, but the poem is still there inside the story. I do hope you guys like it even more.
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