A Shard of Glass.
The boy stood up again and looked at the moon that was covered slightly by the naked branches of the dead and rotting oak tree.
As he stood and stared, deep in the mazes of thoughts, a feeling of someone approaching shot through him like an impulse.
The boy turned around, and stared directly into a pair of deep-brown eyes. They belonged to a girl, who looked much like a feminine version of himself. As the two stared at each other, the boy lifted his left hand.
The girl lifted her right.
The boy took a glance at the moon which illuminated the darkness. He looked back and pointed his finger at the girl.
The girl pointed at him too.
And as their fingers moved closer to each other, cracks started to form in the air between them.
As their fingers touched, a sudden sound echoed throughout the empty space, and the air between the girl and the boy shattered, and the boy disappeared in a sea of glass; shimmering in the darkness behind as they reflected the light from the cracked moon.