Spur of the moment story, so I am not sure If I am actually even going to keep writing it :) We'll see!
My eyes stared at the glowing full moon that shone brightly outside my window. Taunting me like a candy store would to a child, showing off something I could never have.
A full moon to others looked as a sigh of beauty while it was a life style for some.
He was in fact, somewhere out there, starting to transform into his curse, his ability to lose all of his control and evolve into a mystery.
I turned away from the constant reminder because I knew what would happen. My emotions would overload and bring up every single detail of him. The way he looked at me, how he said my name, how he held me and how he hurt me.
I touched the scar on my leg, another reminder of him. The accident that sent him on overdrive and packing instantly.
It was only one year since he left and there was no peace that I've felt so far. His voice penetrates in my silence. Most his words were mainly just noises – a ghost with just sound.
His words were like music to me.
Every full moon I waited to hear a long overdue howl. A sign that he was near, that he would be back at the door. But that moment never came.
I travelled to every spot that we called ours. I'd pray that something would pick me up and we'd last place where we left off.
I walked back over to my bed and laid down, miles from wherever he was. My eyes still glued on the burning full moon. I loved full moons, I lived for full moons.
They were a reminder that he was real.