Aphmau
I like to say the more good there is in the world the more evil there is, or is coming. There seems to always have to be an equal amount. The same is with peace. Peace is like an computer, or anything really; the longer you have it, the more likely it is to break. The same is with our peace. It was bound to break eventually. How long it lasted was almost to good to be true. But here I am. Letting my fingers seep between the dark blue grass, crossing y legs, watching the galaxies swirl and twist like clouds stuck in a small glass, with the stars peeking out like a nervous child at a stage performance. If that child happened to glow like a lightning bug. It was indeed beautiful, but the sickening feeling in my stomach stopped me from enjoying it, as much as I usually do. Knowing that soon the skys would be red with the blood of innocents, and the moon would turn its face away in fear of watching the blood shed. The blue grass would turn purple, mixing with the red of warriors blood. So many innocents. How many people will I know that will die? It's typical of me to not think of myself, but others. Of course this was the case here. I need not worry of death when I have a rare chance of ever dying? I let my upper body fall down, getting grass and dirt in my black hair as it fell around me, reflecting the stars. The butterflies in my stomach keep tormenting me, telling me of worries of loosing my friends, my fiancé. Could we even marry at a time like this? Better do it before he dies, no, IF he dies.
It wasn't four seconds before I heard the grass crunching and with a heavy thump, my fiancé laying next to me.
"Speak of the devil." I said
"We're you talking about me?" He said turning his head, slightly giggling.
"Yes, I was talking about you with the talking tree, his name is Jason. NO I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT YOU!" He started to laugh and grabbed the side of my body farthest from him, and pulled over so we were on our sides, facing each other. "I was thinking about you though." I said, looking into his soft, black eyes almost like a mirror of the sky above me.
"What were you thinking about?" He asked, dragging his finger through the dark sea of my hair, twirling the strand when he got close to the end.
"Just," I hesitated, he had enough to worry about, why bother him with my worries? It would be pointless, and he would worry about me instead of himself. But I couldn't help myself. "How could we get married at a time like this? We need every scrap of money for weapons and armor, and we can't even have," I stopped, I had said too much.
"Have what?" He said, in his "slightly worried yet still cool" voice that he, and honestly I, loved so much.
"Children." I admitted. "I've always wanted children, you know how much I love babies, but I'm needed to fight in the war. It's hard to fight of a squadron of mei-fwa when you're 7 months pregnant."
He giggled slightly, I wanted to yell at him, telling him it was a serious moment, and he shouldn't be laughing at such a time, but he had little optimism, so seeing him happy was good.
"This war is going to be a great loss," he put his hand on my cheek, and I reached my available arm and twiddled the tips of his furry ears. "But as long as I have you, I have no fear."
I giggled.
"That was a little corny Aaron."
"Do you think I care?" Next thing I knew he had picked my up and lifted me on top of him, and hugging me while we both looked at the beautiful sky.
"Gahg, you're hair's choking me." He said, spitting my hair out of his mouth.
"Oh, so the great and wonderful king of the moon sector, dies from death by hair?"
"Not surprising, I'm a real shedder." After laughing he both took a long breath and looked at the sky.
"How did we even get here?" I said, "I feel like my normal human life was just yesterday."
"Does it matter Aph?" He said.
It didn't matter. What mattered was this moment. This moment with him.