The spark was bright, like a moon she could hope to reach, but not quite touch.
“It’s to a castle I will take you.”
He touched her long hair.
She wanted to deny him, for she had been promised love so many times before.
But he insisted, and she backed away. And she insisted, and he backed away.
They danced in the courtyard, neither able to let go; dreaming of the red planet, and things they did not know how to believe in anymore.
The spark was bright, like a life she could hope to reach, but not quite touch.
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