I decided to pick up an extra shift at work today, though I'm not sure why. I had homework to do, friends to drink with with if I wanted to make that choice. Still, despite my lack of work ethic, I was here. The library was dead; it was a Friday night. A few students would come and go, but none would stay long. I couldn't blame them if I wanted to. The college world was fun and exciting if you had the money to go out. My pockets were empty.
As I made my way over to the book cart, it felt as though something was off. So I looked around and called out for Carla. She peeked from around a corner of the towering bookshelves, many books in hand.
If someone took 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 I've never seen before.
"I wondered where the cart went!" she smiled. "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," I sighed.
"Oh come on, brighten up! It's Friday night!" She placed the books down on a nearby table. When she did she unleashed 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," I smiled softly. The air that rushed in was cold and crisp. It was the perfect contrast to the warm and stuffy atmosphere of the library. I took a deep breath in before turning back to Carla.
As I turned I heard, "Oh no! We've angered the ghost spirits!" Then I was met with a book to the face. I giggled through coughing out the dust. With someone like Carla, the shifts always went fast.
The air was lightly crisp, kissing my skin while we walked home. The autumn leaves danced in the wind like fated lovers, embraced within each other. The stars twinkled as bright as the full moon above. I couldn't help myself but to stop awhile and stare up at them for awhile.
"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" I asked Carla.
"Yeah. I love the smell of leaves in the fall." She picked a few up within her fingers. As she did, they crumbled away into tiny little fragments.
"I wasn't just talking about the leaves. More of the sky, look at the full moon." She looked up to gaze at it too. There was something different about it. The moon that seemed 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?" I looked back to her, asking.
"I do actually." In that moment, the moonlight was so bright it caught the tear in her eye as it twinkled down her face. Her face was faintly red with a somber expression I'd never seen her wear before. I wasn't sure who she was referring to. Regardless if she was talking about herself, or someone dear to her, I apologized to her. We started walking in silence for awhile.
A thin smile found 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 giggled to me. "I thought if I wished upon a star that our love would come true."
"Did it?" I asked.
"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 was light without remorse. Instead it was full of a slightly wise Carla I had never known.
"Carla. I never knew you had a boyfriend." I giggled.
"Most people didn't know," she chuckled 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, I was still thinking about it. How is it possible that love gifted from a shooting star wasn't meant to be? The question repeated itself within my mind as I cooked dinner and got ready for bed. My shower was just what I needed to clear my skin of any lingering book dust, as well as the questions on my mind. I laid down. That's when I heard a light tapping on my window.
I looked up to investigate. It was him. My 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?
