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I was always enthralled by the night, whether it be from the stars or the moon—it always called to me. Growing up, I was told the stars were the remnants of loved ones that had passed on; I refused to believe such a thing. She was gone and there was no bringing her back. She was the one who got me started on looking to the night for comfort, not just my mere fascination.
I had always escaped the confines of the dungeons to the Astronomy Tower. No one wanted to associate with me anymore, not after what happened to her; they all thought they'd meet the same fate. They didn't understand—nor did they try. She did the one thing no one was supposed to do—she loved me. I quietly opened the door; perhaps there were lingering couples just on the other side.
I scanned the terrace—alone. How I would always be. I left the door ajar, just slightly; I'd shut it once and ended up spending the entire night on the terrace. Tonight was a waxing crescent. I searched out my own constellation, a small smile graced my face in the briefest of moments when I found it. I let the cool breeze dance through my hair, causing my cloak to swirl around my legs. I glanced around the school grounds, the shadows that danced along the surfaces, and the creatures that ventured out of the forest in the dead of night, the sounds of the sleeping world.
You're more than anyone could ask for. You're intelligent, you're beautiful, you're graceful, you're humorous; you're everything I've always wanted. Those words were always whispered to me as her fingers ran through my hair as we would drift off to sleep. I felt that familiar sting in my eyes as my vision blurred, making way for the tears that only ever fell in the depths of night.
My whimpers and choked sobs were the only sounds to break the silent night. I lay my head back against the pillar I was resting against, allowing my gaze to take in the form of the moon. She was my moon; I was her sun. I gave light to her days; I was what kept her going. It was also my fault that she was gone. I moved, burying my head in my hands, tugging at my hair, trying to ease this constant pain and overwhelming sense of sorrow.
She loved me and I loved her, more than anything I loved her. I hadn't always loved her; I had hated her once upon a time. To be fair, she had hated me too. Loathed my very existence. For years I was nothing but a familiar face in her world, someone she could avoid if she tried—she did, and did it well. I never went out of my either, but if our paths did cross, I'd merely nod in her direction.
The wind danced around me again, almost in a cocoon of her love. Strands of hair danced across my face as if it were the loving touch of her fingers. I let my eyes close as the last few tears fell down my cheeks and the wind danced around me; she was telling me goodnight. When everything stilled I brought the end of my sleeve to wipe away my tear tracks when I heard a soft gasp.