To the Stars, the Moon Pleaded, “Stay.”
Falling in love with your best friend sucked. It was a dance. A tango. It goes forward, it goes backward, a dip, an almost kiss- and then you part. The dance is over, and you think, maybe you shouldn’t have told her. Maybe this was some cruel twist of fate because the world hates you. Everyone leaves you anyway. Your family left you. They died, no, killed by your own brother. That same brother that told you next time. It was always next time. That next time never came. The next time you saw him, he… your brother… your brother left you. He left you alive. He told you to live. To fight. To find him. To kill him. You couldn’t understand you were so young. She tried to be there for you. You remember it like it was just yesterday. After that fateful night at the academy, she stared at you with those big, moon-like eyes. The bell-like cadence of her voice ringing to your ears, but you couldn’t understand what she said. You stared at her the way the infinite space would the dark side of...