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it was the very idea that we’re all made from the dust of stars—that billions of stars who lost their lives, created everything else tangible in the universe and it got me.”
“It means that the terrible, beautiful, inevitable death of a star is responsible for the miraculous, beautiful inevitable birth of you.” He moved in close, and Julian could feel his next words pressed against his own lips. “That is how important you are. A star accepted its death to make sure you were standing here. With me. Right now.”
this felt like his entire past was being re-written so his beginning was starting here. This was his trillionth of a second after the start of the known universe, gravity binding them together, forming matter.
“It took a series of perfect events to create the moment we’re in right now. From the moment Earth was nothing more than matter swirling through empty space, to this. Right here.” He laid his hand over Julian’s heart again and pressed their lips together for a long second. Keeping his eyes closed, he toyed with a feeling he wasn’t sure he’d ever experience—new and fledgling and terrifying. “I think love is like that.” “Until now, I wasn’t sure I believed you about science being romantic,” Julian murmured.
“Beautiful. That’s the word I want to learn next.” Julian closed his eyes and breathed out, then leaned in and spoke right against Archer’s lips. “I’ll teach them all to you. Every word you ever want to know. The planets, the stars, the galaxies. Every small facet of your life that’s important to you—it’ll be yours in whatever language you want.”
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. -W. Shakespeare
