m o o n
She's always loved the moon.
She was little, five or six. "Tuney, what's the moon?" she asks, as she gazes up at the big shape hanging in the sky.
"It's made of cheese," explains her sister, but she shakes her head. "Can't be. Cheese is icky, and the moon… It's beautiful. I think the moon is a woman, who was trapped in the sky. And it must be awful uncomfortable up there, so she changed into the moon."
"A woman can't get trapped in the sky."
"Yes she can."
Tuney doesn't bother answering.
She's older now, much older. She knows the moon is not made of cheese, nor is it a trapped woman. But on cold nights, when she can't sleep, she goes out and gazes at the moon. It reminds her that it is easy, so easy, to be cold and distant, like it is. But if you choose the way of the moon, you're alone, hanging in the sky, and nobody knows you. So she does not choose the way of the moon, though it's sometimes easier.
He's always hated the moon. The moon is the source of all his problems, the moon makes him suffer. The moon is, always has been and always will be, his worst enemy.
But for her, he's willing to love the moon.
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