A wave of emotion engulfed her as she saw her moon low in the sky, and across, reaching into Helios, Enzo’s sun. The two were at a perfect distance from each other, gazing across at each other. And she felt so grateful at that moment, for this mortal form. For this ability to have a silly human celebration, to commemorate their love in ceremony. How long had she waited for this—this union between their two heavenly bodies? How many lifetimes had they chased each other to be granted this one simple act?
