So high, I'm on the Moon

I don’t understand why I didn’t post this here before? I kind of want to revisit it now actually but I’m so busy and yet can’t get anything done because it’s like electrical storms 24/7 down here on the Gulf Coast and let me tell you, once you lose a half hour of painting progress to a power outage you will never tempt fate again.

Les clichés de Jacques Henri Lartigue, pris entre 1907 et 1912 sur l’aérodrome d’Issy-les-Moulineaux, témoignent des premiers vols de l’histoire de l’aviation.

“Are you serious?” Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn’t joke around. If there’s one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was ‘I love you’.

“I’m not sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or if you’re just desperate or… Are you sure you don’t have a brain tumor?” She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

“It’s not the heat of the moment, I’m not crazy… I fuckin’ love you. And you’re right, I’m ‘not hormones’. But I think we’re all crazy here. I’m crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and you’re crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.”

He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.

Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan’s room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.

“Are you serious?” Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn’t joke around. If there’s one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was ‘I love you’.

“I’m not sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or if you’re just desperate or… Are you sure you don’t have a brain tumor?” She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

“It’s not the heat of the moment, I’m not crazy… I fuckin’ love you. And you’re right, I’m ‘not hormones’. But I think we’re all crazy here. I’m crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and you’re crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.”

He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.

Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan’s room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.

“Are you serious?” Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn’t joke around. If there’s one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was ‘I love you’.

“I’m not sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or if you’re just desperate or… Are you sure you don’t have a brain tumor?” She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

“It’s not the heat of the moment, I’m not crazy… I fuckin’ love you. And you’re right, I’m ‘not hormones’. But I think we’re all crazy here. I’m crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and you’re crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.”

He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.

Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan’s room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.

“Are you serious?” Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn’t joke around. If there’s one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was ‘I love you’.

“I’m not sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or if you’re just desperate or… Are you sure you don’t have a brain tumor?” She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

“It’s not the heat of the moment, I’m not crazy… I fuckin’ love you. And you’re right, I’m ‘not hormones’. But I think we’re all crazy here. I’m crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and you’re crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.”

He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.

Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan's room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.

He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydo’s annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.

After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Surprised aren’t you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping you’d be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.”

Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasn’t Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.

‘I thought I’d have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident… No, I shouldn’t call my kid an accident…!’

He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.

“Hey…” she started. “It smells like cry in here.”

She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.

He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing ‘the thing’ that he usually didn’t do.

“Go ahead and call me out on it,” he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasn’t much to hide.

Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, it’ll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. She’d probably shrug and walk away anyway.

“Bullshit, dude…” she began. “You’re in here crying for another reason. I’ve seen hormones and you are not hormones.”

She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.

“I know, you’ve been there forever, but I don’t want to be the burden on your shoulders. It should be the other way around.”

He dabbed his eyes with the edge of one of his quilts. Nothing was able to keep him down like this before, except this. Weren’t there bigger things to be upset about?

“The thing is…” he began, letting his emotions speak. “I don’t think I can do this without my mom being here. I know it’s been years since she’s died, but I never planned on this. If she was here, she’d give me advice, be here for me, go clothes shopping for my kid… this’ll just be so hard. Life without here is already hard as it is. She was my only best friend, Shydo.”

She stared off into space, her ears open. She heard his voice cut off and looked back at him for further explanation. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw him crying again.

“Dude, don’t cry,” she started, panicking slightly. She knew every time Ryan broke into tears, something was extremely wrong. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, stroking his hair.

“No, Shydo, please…” he begged. “I’m fine. Just let go of me.”

He said this through tears and false desire. He didn’t want to be alone, but his ego restricted him from wanting to receive affection. Every time he wanted a hug or someone to listen to him, he mentally called himself weak for it.

As Ryan tried to pull her away, he wound up pulling her into a tighter hug, trembling furiously. In that single moment, he felt a stronger connection with her than ever before.

"Are you serious?" Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn't joke around. If there's one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was 'I love you'.

"I'm not sure if it's just the heat of the moment or if you're just desperate or... Are you sure you don't have a brain tumor?" She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.

He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydo’s annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.

After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Surprised aren’t you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping you’d be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.”

Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasn’t Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.

‘I thought I’d have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident… No, I shouldn’t call my kid an accident…!’

He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.

“Hey…” she started. “It smells like cry in here.”

She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.

He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing ‘the thing’ that he usually didn’t do.

“Go ahead and call me out on it,” he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasn’t much to hide.

Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, it’ll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. She’d probably shrug and walk away anyway.

“Bullshit, dude…” she began. “You’re in here crying for another reason. I’ve seen hormones and you are not hormones.”

She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.

“I know, you’ve been there forever, but I don’t want to be the burden on your shoulders. It should be the other way around.”

He dabbed his eyes with the edge of one of his quilts. Nothing was able to keep him down like this before, except this. Weren’t there bigger things to be upset about?

“The thing is…” he began, letting his emotions speak. “I don’t think I can do this without my mom being here. I know it’s been years since she’s died, but I never planned on this. If she was here, she’d give me advice, be here for me, go clothes shopping for my kid… this’ll just be so hard. Life without here is already hard as it is. She was my only best friend, Shydo.”

She stared off into space, her ears open. She heard his voice cut off and looked back at him for further explanation. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw him crying again.

"Dude, don't cry," she started, panicking slightly. She knew every time Ryan broke into tears, something was extremely wrong. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, stroking his hair.

He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydo’s annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.

After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Surprised aren’t you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping you’d be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.”

Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasn’t Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.

‘I thought I’d have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident… No, I shouldn’t call my kid an accident…!’

He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.

“Hey…” she started. “It smells like cry in here.”

She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.

He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing ‘the thing’ that he usually didn’t do.

“Go ahead and call me out on it,” he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasn’t much to hide.

Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, it’ll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. She’d probably shrug and walk away anyway.

"Bullshit, dude..." she began. "You're in here crying for another reason. I've seen hormones and you are not hormones."

She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.

He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydo’s annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.

After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, “Surprised aren’t you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping you’d be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.”

Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasn’t Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.

‘I thought I’d have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident… No, I shouldn’t call my kid an accident…!’

He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.

"Hey..." she started. "It smells like cry in here."

She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.