When the Stardust Settles (and I Still Like Her)

Previously

…Lyra’s arm tightened around Elara, pulling her close. “And ours,” she murmured, her lips brushing Elara’s temple, “is a universe all its own.” The meteor shower intensified, a cascade of fiery trails igniting the night. Elara watched them, not with the detached curiosity of an astronomer, but with the profound wonder of someone who had found their own guiding star, a star that burned with a love as bright and as eternal as the cosmos itself. The stardust had settled, yes, but in its wake, it had left behind something even more precious: a love story written in the language of stars, a story that had only just begun.