Not An Even

Monday

I closed my book to see that it was already seven at night. Time for my dinner.

I opened the door of my room and found my dinner kept there, covered nicely.

Picking it up nicely, I found myself sitting on the the window sill to eat my dinner, for the first time in forever.

Unconsciously, my hand went inside the pocket of my pants and I took out the note that I had found in the cupboard that morning.

I read it again and again and again, continuously for the next six times until after getting defeated by my curiosity, I looked up towards sky.

Towards the moon, in search of the beauty that the person had talked about in the note.

And I don't know how but somewhere I felt like I could feel the moon.

I could feel the hurt that he may have felt.

To be all alone in the sky, surrounded by millions of stars except him being the only Moon.

And that night, with the help of that mysterious A's note, Moon found another one of his companion with the other teenagers who had felt the harsh world on their own.