Under the Moonlight

9

Realistically speaking, whenever we see an inanimate object or a pet animal, we feel nothing but sentimentality towards them, they never talk to us, but we have our shared feelings towards them, this can be attributed to how we interacted with them, but in general, they're simply not our sort, and they can't understand what we're saying to them. But for the girl, this is an entirely different case for her.

As soon as she had stepped into the blue planet, she was perplexed by the atmosphere, which was both strange and beautiful, with green ferns and brown wood, as well as flowers of various hues, though one that encapsulates her eyes the most, is the purple bell-looking flower that she saw beside the treacherous rocky wall.

"Hello?" She said hesitantly to the flower as she knelt over to take a closer look.

Much to her surprise, the flower had looked at her despite it looking somewhat resembling down due to its appalling, large-looking bells.

"Hello there!" Said the flower, trying hard on itself to move its heavy bell-looking petals to make a gesture to the girl.

"Who... are you?" The girl had asked out of curiosity.

"I, am a flower... a bellflower!" The bellflower spoke in such enthusiasm.

The girl was taken aback as it was her first time ever engaging with anyone; she felt excited, happy, and euphoric.

"I am looking for a friend." the girl replied in doubt, as she had felt somewhat shy, afraid of what comes after in their line of conversation.

The bellflower looked relatively surprised and in awe for such a ridiculous question, at least at how the bellflower grew up, as bellflowers in nature typically grow up with their sisters, living in a bouquet of one.

"In my fellow bellflowers below, we are all friends! Even those who haven't even bloomed yet,"

"Oh, I wish I were a bellflower." The girl replied rather sadly, as she felt alone, still bewildered by the planet she had come into.

"Why so?" The bellflower questioned her, seemingly upset by her wishes.

The girl had never considered her own worth at that moment, so the bellflower had to do something to remind her of her own fortunes.

"For starters, I never had a friend, to begin with!" She said to bellflower as her face turned red.

"But you don't need to be a bellflower to have one!" The bellflower replied as the girl had started to weep, with her palms over to her face.

"Really?" The girl replied as she wiped the tears off her cheeks.

The bellflower tried hard to nod as best it could.

"I can be your friend if you want," said the bellflower, "But there's something where we won't be getting along,"

The girl appeared puzzled by what it had said, and she then proceeded to lie down and sit beside the bellflower.

"Why would we not get along?" The girl asked in curiosity.

"Oh well, we're too different from each other, as you may have noticed." The bellflower answered.

"Do friends really need to be similar to one another?" The girl asked yet again.

"Not really, but I was thinking you might dislike me as all I can do is sit here and talk while you can walk around freely." the bellflower replied, "I can only be sweet and mingle, but I can't take on adventures as much as you can do."

"Oh!" the girl replied,

and the two fell silent.

Most flowers bloom outwards when they reach a specific maturity, while bellflowers, much like their names, bloom inwards (at least the Appalachian bluebell the girl had discovered); adding to that, they're wildflowers, they grow without the need of someone taking care of them. Hence that explains their skittish attitude.

Perhaps both were shy with one another; one is utterly curious, while the other is overly anxious, as if the two blindly crawl towards each other towards the thick mist of fear, finding together.

"Winter is about to set soon; you should go find a shelter," the bellflower said to the girl who was lying by the grass below it.

"What's a winter?"

"A winter?"

"Yes, a winter." the girl nodded profusely, eager to know what winter is.

The bellflower was trying its best to think of the best words to define what winter is, then after a long and reflective silence, it finally spoke:

"It's hard to put it to words, but it is where you usually feel cold."

"Oh! I see." the girl replied with resolution.

"Oh yes indeed."

"Why does it winters?" the girl asked, "Why are they like it?"

The bellflower made no reply, as it had no idea what to respond.

"But, I don't really think you should worry about me." the girl added as she broke the silence between them. "Back in my home, it always felt cold, but the quiet gave me peace."

"Is that so?" the bellflower replied with marvel.

"Yes! So as long as I am with you, I should be just fine." the girl smiled at the bellflower.

The bellflower looked amazed yet sad at the same time, as for one, she felt loved by something, despite being a flower with barely a foot to walk, to begin with.

"Where did you come from anyway?" the bellflower took up the conversation again, "You have told me you're from a place that's cold yet so quiet."

"That up there." the girl replied as she pointed up above the shining celestial from the sky.

"That one?" the bellflower replied in awe.

The girl smiled at the bellflower and raised her eyes to the sky.

"Never did I realize its beauty from here," She said, "it had always seemed empty from there... It shines above us, but look how far away it is!"

"It's beautiful indeed." the bellflower said, "What brought you down here?"

"I'm looking for a friend." the girl said yet again.

"Don't you have friends up there?" the bellflower asked her.

"I don't." the girl answered its question with a frown.

The bellflower was left to realize that it had been her first friend. But it was left unhappy as the two contrast one another in ways that it had thought they were not for each other.

"Well, I'm here now." the bellflower said to the girl as it attempted to brighten up her mood.

"Oh! Of course." the girl smiled at the bellflower as she wiped the tears off her face.

As the girl continued to gaze up into the night sky, she began to fall asleep as the snow started to caress her face.

While I was listening to the girl's story, she abruptly came to a halt as she eventually fell asleep in my arms, and thus our conversation about her memory was cut short.

I piggybacked her back to the tent I had set up earlier so she could sleep in the warmth of the lamplight for a change; while I went to rest beside the stone where we had sat together.

I had taken my time all night to draw the full moon... and it was beautiful, for all I know.