Eh, school. Alright, I've decided to update every Friday instead of on a random schedule. Anywho, hope you enjoy!

Moonlight

Carly liked to go out into the dorm halls at night and look out at the moon. It was soothing. She supposed she should have been afraid of the night; she should have been afraid of a lot of things. Things like men, the dark, power, the Alchemists, her dad. But after she left and went to college things changed. She became less afraid and more free. The moon helped. She remembered looking out at it whenever she was stressed and it'd help. It reminded her that there was a tomorrow. There was a new beginning.

A particular night looking up at the moon a man came to stand beside her. It wasn't a random man, wasn't a stranger. He wasn't a threat. He leaned against the railing next to her and looked up at the moon as well. "She loved astronomy you know."

"She loved a lot of things."

The man nods. "She loved you especially."

Carly snorts and shakes her head. "I know that. We wouldn't be here if she didn't."

"True."

"I should be afraid of you."

"People should be afraid of a lot of other people."

"You sound like her."

"She was the one who told me that."

Carly nods. It sounded like something she'd say. "Why aren't you angry?"

"I am. I'm furious, but I'm more hurt."

"We're all hurt."

"Carly, it was her decision."

"I don't give a damn."

The man sighs. "Yeah."

"Why didn't anybody try harder? Why couldn't anybody save her?"

The man sighs again. "We tried. Everybody tried. The medics, the covens, every spirit user we could get our hands on. We did try. We tried until we were purple in the faces and her body had been cold for hours. We tried, believe me. None of us would've ever forgiven ourselves otherwise."

"They never should've met you. Any of you."

"No one should be brought into that life, you're right. They had the chance to leave. You all had the choice. All of you took it in different ways."

Carly turns to the man again. "Why are you really here?"

"Because she loved astronomy. I was told this was as good a spot as any."

"Go home."

"Have you been?"

"Been where?"

"Her grave."

Carly's skin rose with goose bumps. "Seriously, go home."

"You have to face it sometime."

"Go."

"Forest Lawn Cemetery, row 15, seventh one in." The man leaves and Carly's alone again. She looks up at the moon and shakes her head. Maybe not so peaceful.

Virtual cookies to anyone who figures out who died. Slightly sadder than some of the others, but it's what came to mind. Hope you enjoy!

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