'My love lies on the edge, edge of your fingers to carry me. While yours stays in portions of my heart.'

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Running her finger through the rough edges of the paper. She felt the similar wings, apart but held together. She folded the paper, matching both the edges. They couldn't combat with wind but they were once part of someone's paper dreams. That later prepared to fight and spun a dream into reality.

'Here'

She put it between his fingers while he was mislaid with her actions. Every day she would fascinate him even more.

'A paper plane?'

It was like his childhood was back again. He fiddled with it back then, sprinting behind the paper dreams. Now he resides with them.

'For my Fluoride. Star of my night.'

'Really?'

'Look at the edges.'

'It reads—"My pilot, the farther you are, the more I wait for you. I love you more with your wings, even without me. Never drown in the ocean of my feelings".'

'Why?'

'In the sky when you are missing my heart is always caught with sensations of parting that often it cries. Regardless it must never stop you, no matter if I want you here. I want you to be there more.'

He caressed the edges and then her fingers. Trying to contemplate her every moment. As she attempts to set her hands free, steering her gaze away from him.

'Why?'

'I know when the heart is caught in these sentiments it may let out that it never implied to. You know those vulnerable moments.'

This time she looked into his eyes. And loses her control over emotions as she holds onto his shoulder for assistance.

'At those I want you to know that's only for a juncture. My heart loves you more than to only restrain you for her. At the time when stuff gets out of your hands, never worry. You are a warrior of the sky and I love you for all the combat you pitch the wind. Or when you are above it. I haul every memory in my heart.'

She clutched his hand, running her finger through his finger and she brushed her love finger with his forefinger. 'Your promise lingers here and my love here. I am not afraid of cessation. It was in the desolate silence when you found me.'

'How couldn't I see you? You were lost in your book. And this pretty nose—'

He ceased to rest his lips on her nose. Leaving the flicker wavering for a long time. To make her aware of his presence. '–Flared. Just like this.'

'You know what happened that day.'

'I know. I remember that fallen tear over the book. It's not common for me to keep a paper with me.'

'Dyaus did you tear that page?'

Rolling his tongue between his teeth he shook his head. He was caught. He was so young back then and he realizes how bizarre it sounds now. But it was his first love and the first time he had been carried by such feelings. Those days he dreamed of saying so much to her. However now when she was here it was like no words were needed.

He would smile and she would know how to keep those glitters for long on his lips. If his eyes would be replenished she was first to wipe his every fallen hope.

It is different with her. A  simple brushing of fingers and he could sense every warmth of their love, their love enduring on the finger.

'You knew that could get you in trouble?'

'Chill. It has already been eight years since we graduated.'

He placed his lips on her forefinger. A touch of warmth was all he needed.

Regardless of it, she would not let her stumble into trails of his words. So, she took her finger away as she glared at him.

One more warning and he was to be grounded by his wife for flying his hope too high.

'I never anticipated. Never from you.'

'Yes my little Francium, even I would never know if I could. If it wasn't you.'

'Like I said Fluoride servers you're right. You know how to burn up all my anger.'

'Our union, you notice, is remarkably violent, incendiary in nature.'

'That's why try to stay a little away from me. We still have dinner to prepare.'

She pushed him a little as he caught her by her arms. 'Can I?'

'Just like old times.'

She agreed and both entered the kitchen. He brought the rice and put it in a bowl as Avisa helped him to wash them.

'I would be cutting the vegetables. While you boil them.'

'How is your research going?'

She sighed. 'I don't know. I am stuck. The result isn't coming.'

She left the knife as she sat near the chair dejected. 

'I just don't know.'

Leaving the rice to boil he came near her and sat beside her. Near her feet.

'You remember that time when I got an injury and failed the initial test.'

Pulling his knees in front of her, he showed her the scar. 'Here.'

'The scars are still here. I thought it was the end of the dream. I wouldn't have gotten on or strived for the second time if you hadn't asked.'

Unhurriedly she brought herself to his level as she sat on his lap.

'You remember what you told me. What seems like descent could be an onset. An end invariably brings a new start. New from this old perishing universe. It's going to be distinct but transmit the same tale of evolution. If a dream ceases then it must be because I ought to see the start from a new perspective.'

She clutched his finger. Shutting down her eyes, listening to him.

'Back then we weren't close. But I saw a unique viewpoint. The black matter is imperceptible but the existence of the galaxies is due to the magnet of his affection. Look at that hidden catalyst and I am sure you would be able to make it work.'

He kissed her last time and made her sit as he moved toward the kitchen. Taking away the vegetables for preparing dinner.

He left her alone for a few moments to think as prepared the dinner. When he was done he brought the food for her.

'Taste it.'

'Good.'

'Eat. After this, I need a detailed report on this research Avisa.'

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