Conversation with the Moon (Raura)

Conversation with the Moon
Original Post Date: 04/26/2014
Updated: 05/26/2014

Disclaimer:
I mean no copyright infraction. I take credit for nothing other than the words I have strung together to craft this story. Just keep repeating, I own NOTHING :D. Please take this story in the intent that it is meant: Pure Entertainment. 

Author's Note:
As some of you may have guessed, I am a total softy when it comes to old-time romance. It's one of those things that makes your heart flutter and you think 'why can't it be as simple as that?' On Easter, I heard a song that I have not heard in years. When I paused to listen to it, I couldn't help but think of these two. I started daydreaming of how this would fit so perfectly in their lives and this story is the result. The song is short but beautiful and sad.

If you want the full effect of the story, I highly, highly, oh did I say highly lol, suggest that you listen to What'll I Do by Irving Berlin. You can find it on YouTube. I recommend the Frank Sinatra version :D. You will find that most recordings of the song do not include the first verse, which is sad in a way. It basically details why the person is asking this question. However, that verse does not apply to this story.

You may be wondering who this story is about. I wanted to write this fic in such a way that the reader could envision anyone as the main characters. But I did write it for a specific couple, or should I say not a couple but should be :D. 

Update: Okay, so I just wasn't happy with the story so I made a few changes. I tried not to change the flow or the theme. I still don't think it stands up to Shattered Dream but I am much happier with it now and I hope that you will be too :). 

April 23rd, 2014 -- Los Angeles, CA

The pale full moon radiated its ethereal glow into the darkened room where the new lovers lay encased in each other's arms. Their legs tangled beneath the soft pink cotton sheet. Her smaller frame blanketed him. Pressed so close together, their bodies merged seamlessly. Silvery beams illuminated the treasured moment of bliss as shadows danced about the room, ushering in the call of repose. But not all of the room's inhabitants were ready to succumb to their entrancing moves. While one slept, heaviness strangled the thoughts of the other.

His eyes fixated on the empty air above him. He stared into the nothingness, unable to pull away from its grasp. His analytic mind churned faster and faster with each passing minute. Whispers of what was and what could be played in his head while voices of the past mocked him and much like the monsters that hide under a child's bed, they used his insecurities to their advantage. His nervousness increased.

His erratic movements were a stark contrast to the stillness that claimed his partner. The long silky strands of her honey streaked hair slipped through his bony fingers as he explored their softness. The warm vanilla scent of her shampoo stained the surfaces of his hand, forever imprinting her in his thoughts. Unspoken promises that this moment would be unending were traced against the milky skin of her lower back. A silent breath of happiness passed between this modern day Romeo and his true love. He hoped to always have her by his side. But deep in his heart he knew it was only a fleeting moment. Fate had other plans for them and she would soon be leaving.

He felt the soft caress of her delicate hand against his bare chest as she curled her fingers into a loose fist. His hands stopped in mid stroke; panic set in. Was she waking up? Would he have to face the reality of these uncertainties so soon? His eyes darted to her face while he unknowingly held his breath in anticipation. A soft snore waffled from her nose, signaling her continued state of slumber. His dainty companion unconsciously snuggled deeper into his side, seeking out his warmth in her sleep. His chest rose as his lungs filled with air once again. A deep sigh rushed past his lips at the thought that she knew nothing of his internal battle.