So, I came up with this one shot idea, but I also have no time to write so it turned out to be a quick drabble on my chemistry notebook which deffinitely did distract me from studying and I kinda wanted to post it because it was a good idea but I also kinda didn't want to post it because I'm not fully satisfied with my work so I just settled with posting it as a blog and idk I might make it longer someday and post it as a one shot or whatever. 
Anyway, it's a Tiffany Hwang story. I didn't really use other names so you can make it a TiffanyxWhoeverYouWant. Use your imagination children. And yeah, here you go. 
(I made it look pretty so you don't realize it's actually a bad story) 

Title: What's so mesmerizing about being eternal?

Let me tell you about the woman I love. She’s eternal. And I? I am a person who’s always on the run, always chasing diamonds, even though they aren’t meant for me to have. I’m a clock, ticking my seconds away, waiting for this glimpse of forever that is given to me to end. 

But who could be interested in me, not even myself, and as my time keeps going forward, reaching its collapsing point, her time keeps going backwards, from the velvety dark midnight in which stars hide, terrified to compete her radiating beauty, to the lazy mornings when under the burning sun diamonds like her shine the brightest. 

No, she’s not forever. I’ve learned that forever ends. Promises of love and great life chances. Good jobs and nice coffee cups on a rainy day. They’re a forever in which you drown yourself into, but soon enough, they replace each other, they vanish, they end, just like you and I will someday end, just like all the forevers we’ve wanted to keep slipped through our fingers in a blink of an eye, as if they were grands of sand ,they too reached end. But she’s not one of these things. The woman I love, she’s not forever. She’s eternal. 

It was a couple of minutes past midnight when I first saw her. She was named Stephanie Hwang and back then she was a red diamond. You see, all colored diamonds are a natural phenomenon, but as she danced with her fallen eyelids to a melody the frequency of which my mundane ears couldn’t quite catch, bloody red lips parted, inviting all the unfortunate visitors like my wrenched heart to walk themselves into the flames of hell, this natural phenomenon was more of a natural disaster. You couldn’t make it out alive. 

She was a fancy red diamond, with a teardrop cut, slightly included. You could tell she had imperfections. She was the same as those thirty other red diamonds that are found in this filthy world we live in, so why am I mesmerized by her existence? 

Legend says that these rare type of diamonds look best in daylight and they lose their beauty under fluorescent light, but as she stumbled her way to the bar and I finally got to see her being showered by the purple neon lights which desperately tried not to burn at the glorious vibration the woman had, I let the natural disaster she was kill me. 

At 03:00 AM, drunk and hazy, with smudged red lipstick and a torn dress, mascara running down her face, she was a blue diamond. Now, red diamonds might be the richest and the hardest to be found, but blue diamonds, they can’t break hearts, but they can certainly blow minds. I was going insane at the mere sight of her. 

Blue diamonds are a natural phenomenon too, much like snowflakes, you can never find two completely alike. They boast a unique shade, a set of characteristic and this woman, who at this time of the day is known as Tiffany, simply Tiffany, has turned herself into the rarest of the blue diamonds that has ever been kissed by moonlight. 

She had a fancy deep blue color, with a radiant cut, very slightly included. The imperfections were fading as she walked barefoot on the black tar, her golden heels in her hand and her messy hair falling on her shoulders. She laughed madly at the moon, and as I looked up, I saw the moon laughing back at her, reminding the woman that blue diamonds are impure, a mix of boron and carbon that under pressure created something which ignorant human beings like the ones that had fallen in love with her, like me, had been blinded by. She was that and nothing more, so tell me, why am I mesmerized by her existence? 

At 10:00 AM she woke up as MiYoung. She had purple lovebites on her neck, dark circles under her moon shaped eyes, blemished pink lips which had become dry during the early hours of the morning as she slept the memories of the night away. Lying in her queen sized bed, her pearl skin covered only by the silk sheets that held within the kisses we shared last night, she was a fancy vivid green diamond, with light blue hues which reminded me of Tiffany. 

MiYoung had a princess cut, was almost perfect, but still a bit included, making me wonder if my kisses had ruined her. Diamonds are meant to be unreachable by the hands of a sinner. This time the only natural phenomenon, the only natural disaster, were my hands traveling her skin, her lips dancing with mine. And even the radioactivity that created these green diamonds couldn’t be compared to the explosions that were made as we kissed, as we learned to get lost in each other’s eyes. It’s still unknown to me, how you could cut a diamond and it would get more mesmerizing. 

At 09:00 PM, when MiYoung had taken her leave and Stephanie Hwang was patiently waiting at the door, I got to see the reflection of the diamond Stephanie Tiffany Hwang MiYoung was in the broken mirror of her room. A white diamond, marquise cut, flawless, wearing a red dress the zipper of which she couldn’t fully close.  She fixed her make up and applied her dazzling perfume, turned around and smiled. She smiled, so brightly that the stars that had just started shining hid in shame, so gorgeously the moon shrunk and smiled back, taking the same shape as the curve of her eyes. She smiled and I finally realized why she was so mesmerizing. 

There are two types of diamonds, the real ones, which pathetically, like everything else, last only for a small portion of forever, and her shining eyes, drowning in love as she smiled. 

Let me tell you about the woman I love. She has eyes that are more dazzling than all the diamonds of this world. She’s eternal. She’ll keep existing even if this universe turns to dust.