You decide to pick up an extra shift at work today, though you're not sure why. You have homework to do, friends to drink with with if you want to make that choice. Still, despite your lack of work ethic, you are. The library is dead; a Friday night dead. A few students come and go, but none would stay long. You can't blame them if even if you to. The college world is fun and exciting if you had the money to go out. Yet, your pockets are empty.
As you make your way over to the book cart, something feels off. So you look around and call out for Carla. She peeks from around a corner of the towering bookshelves, many books in hand.
If someone takes one look at Carla she'd be mistaken for a jock who was at the library to pull an all-nighter. Her chestnut hair was always pulled back into a high ponytail that exposed the side shave on the left of her head. Always finding a way to incorporate her comfiest sportswear into the uniform, and every color she choose was only chosen to accent the color of her amber eyes. She has great style, and the discipline to workout like you've never seen before.
"I wondered where the cart went!" she smiles. "Did you need something?"
"Nothing really. This place just gets so spooky in here after the sun goes down." Carla began to giggle a little bit.
"Now don't be getting yourself riled up. We're in a library attached to a main building. The only thing crazy to happen in here is if the old ghosts in here decided to haunt the place."
"I suppose you're right," you sigh.
"Oh come on, brighten up! It's Friday night!" She places the books down on a nearby table. When she did she unleashes a thick line of dust that was still caught between the pages and began to cough. "My goodness this place is so stuffy! Could you crack a window?"
"Sure," you smile softly. The air that rushed in is cold and crisp. It's the perfect contrast to the warm and stuffy atmosphere of the library. You take a deep breath in before turning back to Carla.
As you turn you hear, "Oh no! We've angered the ghost spirits!" Then you are met with a book to the face. You giggle through coughing out the dust. With someone like Carla, the shifts always go fast.
The air is lightly crisp, kissing your skin while we walked home. The autumn leaves dance in the wind like fated lovers, embraced within each other. The stars twinkle as bright as the full moon above. You can't help myself but to stop awhile and stare up at them for awhile.
"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" You ask Carla.
"Yeah. I love the smell of leaves in the fall." She picks a few up within her fingers. As she did, they crumble away into tiny little fragments.
"I wasn't just talking about the leaves. More of the sky, look at the full moon." She looks up to gaze at it too. There is something different about it. The moon that seems to be full of promise tonight. "Do you think if I make a wish on it, it would come true?"
"You're talking about a shooting star, silly."
"Do you know anyone who's made a wish on a shooting star and had it come true?" You look back to her, asking.
"I do actually." In that moment, the moonlight is so bright it caught the tear in her eye as it twinkled down her face. Her face is faintly red with a somber expression you have never seen her wear before. You aren't sure who she was referring to. Regardless if she is talking about herself, or someone dear to her, you apologize to her. We start walking in silence for awhile.
A thin smile find its way back onto her face. "It's nothing like that, just brings me back is all."
"To what? If you don't mind me asking."
"I was younger and dumber once," she giggles to you. "I thought if I wished upon a star that our love would come true."
"Did it?" You ask.
"Yes. It wasn't what either of us wanted in the end. We weren't a good match. Despite his breathtaking looks and his embracing smell of velvet, we weren't meant for each other." Her tone isn't light without remorse. Instead it is full of a slightly wise Carla that you've had never known.
"Carla. I never knew you had a boyfriend." You giggle.
"Most people didn't know," she chuckles back. "It was so scandalous! A secret boyfriend. We'd sneak away into the night to go dancing, or meet in the morning for a coffee date."
"Where did this mystery boyfriend of yours take off to?"
"I don't know. He probably finished school by now and landed a good job somewhere far away."
Hours after our conversation, you're still thinking about it. How is it possible that love gifted from a shooting star wasn't meant to be? The question repeats itself within your mind as you cook dinner and get ready for bed. Your shower is just what your need to clear your skin of any lingering book dust, as well as the questions on your mind. You lay down. That's when you hear a light tapping on my window.
You look up to investigate. It is him. Your own secret.
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The Wish on the Moon (Yandere!Tuxedo Mask x Reader)
FanfictionYou've been seeing a strange character around campus. The encounters aren't lengthy, but as time goes on they've become more frequent. Who is he?
