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…You Were the Moon

II

There's something strange about the full moon tonight.

Something isn't right.

The thought settles heavily in your chest. You hate to admit it —even to yourself— but you can't shake the feeling that there may be more to your little nightly ritual than simple sleeplessness.

As if... As if the moon has suddenly become more than a distant light. More present. Tangible. Almost alive.

Maybe it's only another trick of exhaustion. You've never known whether it was restlessness that drew you to the window, or the blinding silver light slipping through the half-open curtains. Either way, you always knew when the moment came, and you never failed to answer its call.

The last time you looked outside, you saw someone.

A lone figure stood atop a distant rooftop, silhouetted against the full moon behind them.

Watching you.

You were certain of it.

If that should have been your warning, you either ignored it or simply didn't care. You were too captivated, trying to make sense of something that could easily have been a trick of your own mind. Abeautiful, terrifying illusion.

Then, with a single blink...

They were gone.

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III

Eyes the color of amethyst pierce straight through your soul, stealing the breath from your lungs.

The mysterious figure has returned.

You've started calling them The Personification of the Moon, because nothing else seems fitting. Beneath a cloak of velvet darkness, they glow with radiance, standing there as though the night itself had shaped them just for you.

You don't know whether to feel terrified or awestruck.

You don't understand what you're seeing, and for some inexplicable reason, you aren't sure you want to.

The mystery is beautiful.

Every instinct screams that you're in danger, every hair on your body standing on end, yet your thoughts dissolve into a tangled mess of fear and innocent curiosity that only grows stronger with every passing second.

You know they'll disappear the moment you blink.

So you don't.

The wind suddenly rises, carrying heavy storm clouds across the sky. For the briefest instant, your attention falters.

And just as you feared...

They're gone.

You force yourself not to dwell on another failed attempt. You're not even sure what you're searching for anymore, but the opportunities are so few, and the questions have become far too many to ignore.

With a quiet sigh, you close the window and draw the curtains, preparing yourself for the storm that's rolling in.

You're only halfway to your bed when a sharp sound strikes the glass behind you.

Your entire body freezes.

Knock.

Knock.