Crescent

Chapter 12 - Crescent

The two of you were practically inseparable. You loved him and he loved you. You were good for each other and you helped each other's recovery. Then one day, on a particularly clear night, he invited you to his mansion. He led you, running towards the forest. Things were a blur and soon, you found yourself by a lake. A beautiful lake. The moon reflected perfectly on the calm waters. A crescent moon.
Subaru held a bag with him. A suitcase.
"What's in there?"
"Nothing important,"
Nearly nothing was important to him though, so it could be anything. What could be in there? Money? Clothes? Drugs? Blood?
He looked at you longingly and opened his mouth to say something before closing it.
"It's really beautiful here," you said, dreamily.
He looked at you with a gentle, sad expression.
"I wish this moment would last forever," you continued.
He reached for your hand and gently held it.
"Yeah," he said, a hint of sorrow in his voice.
'Wh-what's wrong Subaru?"
He smiled. "It's nothing. I'm glad you're here with me right now,"
"Me too,"
He held you close to his chest. His hands were gentle, his comforting whispers, soft.
He told you, that things are going to be okay now, that nothing will come to harm you. He tells you, "I'm sorry" and you ask "for what?"
He did not reply. Instead he pulled out a knife. A brilliant silver knife and he handed it to your hands.
"Keep it, it's the most important thing I have. Keep it safe,"
"Don't say stuff like that, its like you're never gonna return," you joked.
He let out a choked laugh.
"You're not going anywhere are you?"
He paused.
"No, I'm not going anywhere,"
And there under the crescent moon, he kissed you as if it was his final. He pushed you down on the grass before your lips parted and it almost felt like the world stopped. He planted kisses all over your body as if it was the first time the two of you assembled in a sweet, sticky meeting of love. Heart to heart you met him, finally and he held you close. When the moon set, he brought you back to the mansion and you left for home and then for work.
You did not meet him the following night,
Or the night after.
But after nights and nights, you kept waiting.
Under the crescent moon he made love to you,
And under the crescent moon, he lied.
He was a paradox, one you never can fully understand. He was a rose who denied his existence, a child forced adult so soon. He was a broken man who fixed you and nurtured you, only to leave you. He was a man and he grew, yet stopped aging, who broke and mended. Who took you heart and your blood but never quite stolen. You never asked the brothers what happened to him. You could not bear the reply. You knew you could not.
And so, under the crescent moon, your life stopped, and it begun.