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Owls only fall in love once. Stolas only falls in love, and he fell in love once, and I wasn't his only time.
When I fell in love with the magnificent being that he is, I was already destined to suffer, to not be reciprocated; I knew it, and even so I tried, I stayed by his side, I comforted him, I tried to make him happy, I tried to make him forget that imp; but his heart was no longer mine, it didn't belong to anyone, only to that being who didn't even know how to recognize the purest love he had kept for himself.
Stolas would love him until the end of his life, until his death, and I will have to watch him be corroded by that love; I had lost mi pequeno búho without even having him for myself. When I fell in love with him, I was destined not to be loved, but perhaps it would pass; And when he fell in love with Blitzø, he was destined to always love him, and perhaps never be loved in return.
In the end, we both suffered because we weren't the ones chosen to be loved, but only to love. And so we would remain until one of our hearts stopped, whether from loving or from beating.