Everyone's there own person. They like what they like.... But, what if you weren't your own..what if you were a half..half of a whole. What if you had your world and they had theirs... Not like that could ever happen, yet it can. You can probably guess it happened to me... When you look at me I resemble a person, a hero, the good one of us in my opinion. She came back to life...from death. Our parents are the same, at least that's what I've come to think. Why would it matter? They don't know I exist and I don't plan on meeting them now. After 13 years without parents I've adjusted. I guess she's lucky I mean she got our, or her parents back. If I'm honest I really don't know what to think, and it was even harder when I was little. When kids are younger they ask questions like oh what's my middle name?, or dumb ones like what color is the sky? I had to ask people who I was?, I didn't even know my name. Yet I had to ask where's my family? .....what's my purpose? Having to go through situations like this shaped me to be who I was today. Though I would say I was the darker one of the two of us. Hidden in the shadows I watched her go through happiness, I watched my family but they never knew I was there. And you know what her name was... It was midnight. And she wore a sapphire, but it wasn't a whole sapphire from what I've learned it's a half of a sapphire I have the other half but mine.. Well it's not a sapphire it's a ruby yet they still fit together. How do I know this?, well I don't know that well myself but I've seen it... Visions, dreams, I look at them like they were yesterday even if they were years ago. Time...how do I begin to describe it..it's never ending..well that's what some say, but what I've learned is that time continues on when you want it to stop...but slows when you don't need it...yet I know time differently than I did..a long time ago... Or maybe it was yesterday. For me they're both..one and the same yet unique in their own way. Almost like me. Me... Even though I am the sun and she is the moon she glows so bright, and I have dimmed over the years, but this time I won't dim my light anymore... Because I am not midnight, I am me...
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Then and now: my life split in two.
Fantasy¥•{2ND BOOK OF FULL MOON}•¥ Time...how do I begin to describe it..it's never ending..well that's what some say, but what I've learned is that time continues on when you want it to stop...but slows when you don't need it...yet I know time differently...