I stared up at the moon, waiting for an answer. It seems this always happened. I'd pour my heart and soul out to the big cheese ball and sit there like a dork waiting for a reply that I knew would never come.
"You suck!" I screamed, throwing my staff. I sighed heavily, falling to the ground on my butt and wrapping my arms around my knees. Why does he talk to everyone else but me? I heard a jingling and turned my head around to see what it was. "Oh, hey Sandy"
A symbol of a hand waved over his head. A moment of silence passed before he tugged on my blue sweater so I could see what he was trying to tell me. He had a picture of a question mark.
"I'm fine" I shrugged. He gave me a knowing look before swooping down the steep hill to retrieve my stick. A moon shaped above the Sandman's head and then a question mark. I nodded slowly.
"I don't know why he won't talk to me" I stared at the full moon, tears threatening to fall.
Sandy looked at me sadly and put a hand on my shoulder before leaving for his dream duties.
"What's your deal, moon?" I kicked a rock and blew hair out of my face roughly.
"Calm down mate" I heard a familiar Australian accent.
"He won't talk. It's unfair" I stood up, face to face with Bunnymund.
"Maybe he wants you to figure it out for yourself" He offered. I shrugged and we stood quietly until he cleared his throat. "What do you want to know, anyway? I mean, you know you're a Guardian and why, what else do you want to bloody know?"
"It's nothing" I shook my head, turning to leave but Bunny put his paw on my shoulder.
"No mate, I can see there's something going on" He pulled me back to face him and I stared into his eyes, feeling the tears coming against my will.
"It's stupid, really" I wiped furiously away at the tears. Bunny didn't take it lightly. He just kept looking into my eyes until I confessed. "I just… I want to know if I'll ever find love. I know I make kids happy and stuff, it makes me happy too. But I want to find love. I want to know that there's someone out there that believes in me enough to want to be with me. To feel like I do and to help me when I need it most. I want someone to understand."
"I get what you mean, kid" He sighed. "You're not alone at all. That bloody moon won't give you the answers." He said pointing to the cheese ball. "You need to find it yourself, to feel it yourself. In your heart"
"Is it even possible?"
"I believe it is" He smiled at me. I returned the favour and he slapped my back. "Now toughen up you bloody show pony"
"Huh sure thing" I grinned as he tapped the ground four times then slipped down the hole. I took one last look at the moon and sighed. "Can you at least light the path?"
I waited and realised the moon was shining on a house, a particular window. I saluted the big old thing and let the wind carry me over to the window. The gateway to the girl with the golden hair.