She sat on the cold wet ground, wearing only a black shirt, and jeans, with only a tattered old red scarf for warmth. Her silver eyes watched the stars dance along the night sky, it's beauty beyond compare.
She looked at the dark woods around her, they swayed in the winds music, making them look alive. She looked back up at the dark navy blue sky, her onyx hair blowing in the wind. She reached her hand up, attempting to reach it. Just to have her fingers meet it's scarred surface.
Her silver gaze drifted to the ground she sat on, hoping it would no longer be there, hoping that she was going to reach it, but instead she was still on the ground. Letting out a sigh she got back up.
She looked back up, up at the stars, the stars that were surround the Moon, the place where she was reaching for, the place where she would be at peace, she cast one last longing look at the moon, allowing one last sigh to escape her soft shell lips.
Why can't I come with you?
Because, sweetie, you're to young.
When will I be old enough then?
You will be old enough, when it is time.
When will that be?
When you're ready to come to us.
You know that last part of this story? Well, It will be important in a later fanfic, so go on and make guesses.