And it was a humid summers night. Warm air rustled the dry, cracked leaves of a dead and rotting tree. Destroyed by the constant drought and ungodly temperatures it barely stood upright, yet underneath it she sat, her knees folded under body, partially hidden by the scanty school issued skirt. She had her head tilted back, streetlight gleaming off the rim of her glasses, hiding the green eyes that lay in darkness. Violet hair was gingerly eased down from its constant tuck and lay in gentle waves against her shoulders, down her back, pooling on the brownish grass.

And there she just sat, staring at nothing. The new moon invisible on this night, the stars dull and blurry. I walked up to her then, mildly curious and I said, "What are you doing out here, so late?"

She turned to me a strange smile on her face, "Chasing dreams." She replied, "A New Moon brings new beginnings...fresh dreams, I want to get to them before they are worn, used, and eventually discarded."

That made me sad for some reason. She always had this air of melancholy around her. As if she was frozen in a permanent state of grievance. So I sat down beside her, barefooted and still in my pajamas. Lying back fully I took in the starlit sky and its dark background.

"...Do you mind...if I..." I stuttered, feeling unusually shy.

"Of course," Anthy said, "We'll catch them together, ne?"

The End