His path was distant, and I was still too high to understand what he was referring to. I let myself be dragged along with him, when he picked me up to take me out of the apartment.
The freezing cold of the night made me regain some awareness of the world around me, and after a short walk, we found ourselves on a football field. I was still in the clouds, but awake enough to know where I was, and with who.
The boy sat on the ground, not letting go of my hand. I sat next to him. Then I turned to face him. He looked into my eyes, before answering a question I hadn't even asked yet.
"I told myself that we would be better off here than on the tiles, and at least I can watch over you while you come back to your senses..."
In a burst of lucidity, I wondered how long he had been with me in this bathroom. But I didn't question him.
I just nodded, before lying on my back. I felt him doing the same. His hand is still in mine, squeezing my fingers. I turned my head towards him. He was looking at the sky. I let myself contemplate it. The ever-present effects of the medications gave me unusual courage. I ventured into a discussion.
" - Why are we here...?
- Look... "
He raised his arm and pointed at the sky with the tip of his finger. I ended my contemplation to look at the sky in turn.
" - From here you can see the stars better than anywhere else... There are no trees, no roof, no cables. Just the sky, the stars..."
I was silent for a little while, before slowly starting again.
" - Can I ask you a question ?
- only if you answer mine first.
- OK..
- Why ? "
I turned my gaze on him again, this time, he was looking at me attentively. He resumed
"Why are you fading off? "
I couldn't look away. He supported his question by pressing into my hand. Faced with the infinite goodness that I could see in his eyes, I decided that evening to put an end to the silence.
" - I miss my brother so much..
- Where is he ? "
It was my turn to point my finger at the stars. He approached me before placing a kiss on my cheek, which sent a multitude of shivers through my body.
"I've always been sad, angry, scared... I've never slept well. Sometimes it gets better, I try to enjoy it, maybe this time it's good, but every time everything I have in my mind is "when am I going to relapse now?" I feel cold all the time if you knew... Then, one evening, we received a call and I knew. Before even picking up. I felt it deep in my being, that he was gone. I always felt alone, but I knew he was there. Today I feel alone, and I am. I often stay in bed for several days, I feel unable to move at all. Every movement hurts and exhausts me. I haven't seen my reflection for days. I can't look at myself in this state... I prefer to keep my emotions to myself, I pretend that everything's fine. People don't like me when I'm sad. I don't like to expose my unhappiness. I see the smiles disappear when I talk about myself. So I stopped. "
He didn't respond, he just hugged me. And it was the sweetest, most comforting, most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. He listened to me speak, didn't look any further. He did the only thing I needed. The simplest thing in the world. A hug. Yet it had been months since anyone had hugged me. I felt safe, and as his arms hugged my fragile body, I belonged.
"-Did you have a question?
- Weeks ago, when we first saw each other, you told me I was more of a moon type.. Then you said I was fading.. "
He looked towards the sky again. He answered these semblance of questions. In the most beautiful way.
"The moon is often melancholy. She shines with a sad, gentle light. She is beautiful, but sometimes she fades, when she is sad, she loses her light and becomes dull. The clouds cry her tears, the wind blows her sighs, the lights launch her frustration People look at the moon without seeing her, they are content to enjoy the light she gives, without worrying about her when she darkens. But I truly think she can be the most beautiful and interesting thing in the world. You just have to watch her correctly... They say that the moon and the sun are in love... But when the sun rises, the moon will set, and the same for the moon. Then sometimes they meet, for a few minutes, creating eclipses. The world is then plunged into shadow, the sun only shines for the moon."
I looked at him, he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. My eyes traveled over every of his feature, memorizing them, as he continued his story.
"Tomorrow the sun and the moon meet, the world will become a spectator of their eternal love."
I then made the connection in my head.
"You're more of the sun type..."
He just smiled at me. A sunny smile.
We stayed lying in the grass until morning, then all morning, then early afternoon. We talked about our lives, our dreams, and the more he talked, the more interesting I found him. I think he liked listening to me too. He smiled at my happy memories, kissed me on the cheek, took me in his arms, or just looked at me in silence when I told him about my deepest pain. I knew he understood my pain, and that his silence was just his way of telling me that he was really there. We laughed, we heckled, we cried, then we looked at each other for hours.
Then the sky darkened, the moon and the sun met again. We were then alone, in the darkness, hidden from the world. He turned to me and kissed me. As if it had been the simplest, most logical thing I had ever done, I kissed him back. In a split second he made me catch my breath. Simon was convinced that the moon was smiling. I asked him how he could know, he said I was really pretty. The next night the moon was brighter than ever.
_______________________________________
Hejhejjj this is the end of this first story ! I really hope you enjoyed it !!
There will be more soon !
🩵🌕
