I laughed nervously as he handed me the drink, teasing about his obsession with magic. “You really think this will work?” I asked, swirling the liquid.

The moment it touched my lips, warmth bloomed from my chest, spreading through my body like fire and silk. At first, it was a gentle pulse, then a rush that made my heart pound and the room tremble. The floor beneath me seemed to sigh, shrinking away.

My legs wobbled. I looked down—and everything was smaller. The coffee table, the sofa, even the ceiling. The world around me was compressing, folding, transforming. My fingers tingled, my arms stretched involuntarily, my spine arching as if the air itself was pushing me upward.

I rose, taller and taller, until the streets below looked like tiny models. Cars crawled like ants. Trees swayed like delicate brushes in a painter’s hand. The wind whipped across my skin, lifting strands of hair, carrying the scent of the city, now small and distant. I could feel everything—the pulse of the pavement, the hum of the lights, the rhythm of the clouds swirling around me.

And then I saw him. Tiny. Standing below, gazing up with awe and something deeper, something trembling with hope. My heart swelled—not with fear, but with tenderness, with love that seemed to stretch as wide as the sky itself. He had done this, in his quiet, impossible way, and now here I was, alive with magic, colossal, unstoppable.

I bent slightly, feeling the breeze curl around me like silk. My laughter echoed across rooftops, a sound that rolled like distant thunder. “You did this for me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with wonder.

He waved, so small, yet radiant with joy. “You’re... amazing,” he called, and I believed him. Every heartbeat, every pulse of power through me, carried his admiration, his love. And somehow, though I had grown beyond human, beyond everything I had known, I felt tethered to him—anchored by the fragile, impossible magic of our bond.

I crouched just enough to let my shadow fall over him, and my chest swelled with awe and affection. The city was a toy beneath my feet, the sky a velvet curtain around me, and I laughed again, high and free, knowing this: love, like magic, has no limits.

And in that suspended, breathtaking moment, I realized we were small and vast at once—two hearts, one tiny and one colossal, bound together across worlds.

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