and { you and i } could live here forever // corran & pillar

The thought that crosses your mind when the door opens and Corran's shining form enters the room is simple

– there is beauty in our devastation.

And what you feel is a primal and desperate longing, rising to your feet and dashing into the safety of your best friend's open arms. Two souls collide, and the flames of your union threaten the both of you – licking at your flesh, but neither of you feel any pain. When a comet loves a planet, it doesn't think about the consequences of its reckless heart; it kills itself and its lover just to feel something real

– and you're content with dying if it's with her.

The word could crumble beneath both of you, and the two of you would remain there – arms wrapped around one another and fingers locked in a silent promise. Because that's what friendship is, right? When you carve out a home within someone, shouldn't you always swear to come back to them? But the angel of death is choking the life out of your throat with unforgiving hands, and pale girls like her shouldn't love things that are bleeding out something black and terrible. You don't want to stain her, but when you pull back, your hands find her face and you hold her there like losing contact will cause her to disappear. You could count the miles of sky within her eyes, chart all of the stars in the galaxy of her being, but instead you just stare. It's a quiet, peaceful destruction that is shared between you

– you smile and you stare and your heart nearly bursts at the sound of her voice.

You take the folded paper that she places in your palm, keeping it safe by clenching your fist around it, but in that moment all that matters to you is her. Just her. "I will; I will read it, Corran – I promise," you whisper hoarsely, your other hand going to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. You're downing in your own, but you'd give up your last breath just to watch her break free of the waves that you've flooded her with. "I love you. I'm so glad you came – and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Corran – you'll be okay without me, right? Yeah? Won't you? I'll be fine, I promise – you know me. I can handle this, just-...," your voice trails off, neck arching forward and your head rests against Corran's own. You breathe her air and you've never felt more alive; you just pray that your air doesn't suffocate her

"I only care about you right now, Corran. Promise me that you'll be alright. You're my sister. Don't lose yourself because of me. Be brave. I'll be strong for you – you be strong for me. That's always been the plan, right? We'll make it through this together."

– because you're a piece of her, and she's a part of you.