Moonlit Loneliness


The thin crescent of a moon was glowing, almost orange in color, high in the night sky. Prue stood on a small hill in the park, looking at it. The only thing she could hear was the sound of leaves rustling in the wind.

She missed her sisters.

She hated feeling so alone. Sure, there were other people, but it wasn't the same as having Piper and Phoebe with her. She had known them their whole lives, had helped to raise them... They had looked out for each other, had cheered each other up and made each other see sense...

She even missed Phoebe whining about Cole.

But most of all she missed just being with them, knowing that they were there for her if she needed them.

But that it had all changed now. They had been separated, her sisters ripped away from her by the only thing that could keep them apart: Death.

She wasn't even allowed to talk to them, for God's sake! Not even once, not even just for a minute! They had been able to talk to Grams after she had died, how was this any different?!

It just wasn't fair.

A cloud drifted in front of the moon, obscuring it. Prue looked down.

And saw Grams standing a few feet away.

"Here again, Prue?" asked Grams.

"I like it here," Prue said.

Grams sighed as she walked over and put a hand on Prue's arm. "Prue, when are you going to accept that you don't belong here anymore?" she asked gently.

"I'm not. This isn't right, Grams, they need me."

"Prudence," her grandmother said in a firmer, coaxing voice, "Come back Up."

Prue was silent. She looked back up at the sky. Finally, she sighed. "Okay," she said reluctantly.

Grams smiled and squeezed her arm.

Then they both disappeared.

The End