Orthography

Lunatic

I learned that the word lunatic was used for people who went crazy at night because of the moon. You know, luna meaning moon and all. It makes sense, which makes me feel kind of stupid that I hadn't thought of it.

Well, here goes.

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The two met under the full moon in the middle of winter. The pond at the park was frozen, and this particular girl felt a bit daring that night. I mean, how could you not be tempted to walk across thin ice, right?

Unfortunately, someone beat her to it. 

Lying out in the middle of the fragile ice, she could see a human figure, at first, scaring the crud out of her because she thought it was a dead body. However, her common sense kicked in and she thought, "What idiot leaves a dead body in plain sight?"

She would inch closer, toes at the edge of the ice. It was a bit ironic because she stood right next to a sign that clearly read, "Do not walk or skate on ice," while she took her first step onto the cold sheet. The only thing that graced her bare feet was the thin cloth from her socks.

Breaking into a steady jazz run, she had made it to the center of the pond. Her steady exhaling created small clouds of fog that drifted into the chilly air, cheeks flushed and she was pretty sure her eyelashes and eyebrows were coated in frost.

"Wouldn't you get frost bite or hypothermia in that skimpy outfit?" A deep voice swirled around with the wind.

Light on her feet, she skidded backwards in surprise. Whilst quirking an eyebrow up in question and leaning closer over towards the figure, the stranger sat up. His furry hood (yeah, turns out the person was male) fell behind him to reveal his stubble that spread across his chin and jawline. With eyes the color of sweet grass in the summer and disheveled curls of chocolate atop his head, his body was covered in the warmth of a thick jacket and long pants.

Standing there, blinking, she answered, "I'm afraid I'd break the ice if I wore such heavy clothing."

The man looked her up and down. It was both a smart and stupid idea. The man looked heavy enough to crack the frozen water, but he was warm. This girl, on the other hand, was in leggings and a loose tank top with only socks on her feet. Sure, she was light now, but the possibility still stood that she could freeze.

"Lou, you're crazy..." The man yawned and began pushing himself up to his feet.

"Lou? Only my friends call me that. You may call me Louise." When she responded, she broke out into a haughty tone. "How do you even know my name, you frigging stalker?"

The stranger pointed down at the small, curly letters that were plastered across the front of her thigh near the top. "It couldn't have been more obvious, sweetheart."

"You remind me of some old man..."

"Well, you remind me of a lunatic."

Crack. It ripped down her right, ready to split at any moment.

She felt something grasp around her torso in a swift motion and she was lifted into the air, then she surged backwards. Just as they reached the shoreline, Lou realized she had been placed atop the shoulder of the man and he had sped across the ice in record time.

"Oh my God..." Lou whispered as she collapsed to her knees on cold gravel and twigs. The man beside her was breathing roughly, coughing for a time then just breathing again. "You know, you're pretty fast...person."

Now, he was already struggling to breath. So when he spoke, it came out like this: "Y...yeah...name...name is..." Then there was a moment of wheezing. "...ugh...Ky...Ky...Kyle-"

"Now you're Ky in my book." Lou gave him a grateful smile. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled over to his figure that was laid on the ground, just like earlier. Peering her head over his face, she added, "Plus, I'm not a lunatic. But you are."