our constellation
How Our Stars Aligned
Séraphine loved the mornings — the first gold on the rooftops, coffee going cold while she watched the light arrive. Orion belonged to the night, forever tracing constellations no one else could see.
For a while it seemed impossible: one of us always awake while the other dreamed. But somewhere between her sunrises and his stars, we found a sky wide enough for both.
He proposed at the exact moment day tipped into night — golden light behind us, the first star ahead — and asked if she'd share every sky to come.