Later - The Burial
Xavier didn't know how long he sat there, holding her. Hours, maybe. Days. Time lost meaning.
Eventually, his body moved on autopilot.
He found a hill overlooking the meadow, where Luna's twin moons could shine down and the wildflowers grew thick. He dug with his hands, with his light evol, with the desperate need to give her somewhere beautiful to rest.
He laid her carefully in the earth, arranging her like she was sleeping. Her hands folded on her chest. Wildflowers woven into her hair. The star mark on her palm visible, still faintly glowing even in death.
Before he covered her, Xavier removed his armory cloak cover her small frame with trembling hands,his blue eyes was red rimmed now,he been crying for so long time,keep denying fate that take her away with brutal precision.
"I'll find you," he promised her still form.
"I'll wait centuries if I have to. I'll live through lifetimes. And when you're reborn—because you will be, I know you will—I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. Even if—"
His voice broke.
"Even if it always ends like this. Even if loving you is an endless cycle of grief. I'll choose you every time."
He carefully covered her with earth and flowers, marked the grave with a stone carved with her name and a star.
Starlight
Loved beyond the death of stars
Xavier sat beside the grave as Luna's suns rose and set, rose and set.
He didn't eat. Didn't sleep. Just sat vigil, his hand pressed against the earth above her heart, feeling nothing but emptiness.
On the third day, he finally stood.
His light evol flickered weakly around him, his body gaunt from lack of care, his eyes hollow and ancient despite his twenty-one years.
"I'll see you again,"
he told the grave.
"Wait for me, Starlight. In the next life. I'll find you. I promise."
Then Xavier turned toward the horizon and began to walk.
He had a long time to wait. Decades, probably. Maybe a century. However long it took for her to be reborn, for fate to give her another chance, for the universe to reset their tragedy.
He would wait.
He would watch.
And when he found her again—when he saw those eyes, heard that laugh, watched her climb a tree with reckless abandon—he would fall in love all over again.
Knowing it would end the same way.
Knowing he'd choose her anyway.
The fireflies he'd created still danced in the meadow, eternal and beautiful and meaningless.Xavier walked away from the grave, toward Earth, toward time, toward the endless cycle of loving and losing the same person over and over and over.
The curse of the Crown Star had begun.
And it would not end for centuries.
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To be continued __