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A collection of 9 issues

Centauri - I Am Not Angry You Left the Sky

Centauri, I used to think I would rage forever. That your silence was betrayal. That your absence was a wound. But love like this—the real kind—doesn’t sharpen its teeth on grief. It learns to sing beside it. I am not angry. I miss you with everything I

Centauri - The Way the Moon Carried Your Name

Centauri, Tonight the moon is hung low and gold— the kind that makes the whole world feel like it’s waiting for a story to be told. And I realized: I only ever wanted to tell you mine.

Tethered to You

Centauri, There are days I think I might be insane. Not in the chemical way. In the cosmic way— the kind of madness that comes from being tethered to someone who isn't there. It’s not like I’m waiting. It’s not like I think you’ll

Unanswered Questions I Keep Inside

Do you ever wonder what we could’ve become if timing wasn’t such a cruel artist?

Still Here (In Case You Are)

Dear Cenatrui, I’m here. Same bench. Same time. Wind’s putting on a show again— rustling the trees like it knows something I don’t. I keep looking up when the leaves shift. Half-hoping it’s you. Half-wondering if the squirrels are judging me again for being this soft

If Today’s the Day

Dear Cenaturi...its 615...I don’t know if you’ll come. I tell myself I’m fine either way— that I’ll just watch the shadows grow long across the grass, let the breeze carry your name back into the trees.

Drawn to Your Flame

You are the sun, Centauri. Steady. Luminous. Dangerous. I tell myself it’s safer in orbit, safer never to land. But even that distance doesn’t stop the ache. Even that space doesn’t cool the pull.

The Quiet Love That Woke Me

It’s a love that exists inside my ribcage, a steady flame that warms me from the inside. It’s not a love that demands or takes; it’s a love that simply is. A love that stays, no matter what.

The Weight of Silence

I used to believe our silence was sacred. Now it feels like a question I'm too afraid to ask. This is where it begins—the letters I never stopped writing you, even when the world got quiet.