𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ☾

𝘵𝘸𝘰, six feet under.

CHAPTER TWO!
[ SIX FEET UNDER. ]

THE BEAUTIFUL, BRIGHT MOON
SHOWN DOWN —— a young boy sat on a park bench starring out at the night sky. the light of the stars reflected off the still pond, where geese swam silently along. a current peaceful silence sat outside that night.

the crisp december air made the boy's nose red and stuffy. there wasn't a smile nor frown on his lips. he just sat silently on that park bench. he was in deep thought, memorizing the events that had taken place hours before.

the death of a friend never comes easy, especially if it's your best friend. part of him still deny's it being true, that he'll wake up any minute now and be able to run into her arms holding her close.

"i'm so sorry."

his voice cracked. he was crying.

light tears began to stream down his cheeks.

"i'm so sorry luna." the boy said again, this time louder. he looked as if he'd burst with one more word. he inhaled sharply and sat back, while wiping his wet face off.

"you were so selfish!"

sobs racked the boy's fragile body, he slowly slid down gasping for air. "how luna? how could you not tell me?!"

the boy's screams were heartbreaking. the sound of his broken voice filled the empty park.

"you're not gone luna! please tell me you're not really gone! please—"

luckily no one was around, the poor boy was vulnerable and deep in his emotions.

"i still have so much left to tell you luna! please you've gotta come back to me! luna... luna! please tell me this is all a dream!"

uncontrollable sobs sounded from his quivering lips. such a devastating scene, the poor boy was pouring out his emotions right here. he was yelling to no one in particular, he was just hoping his best friend would come running to him with a warm embrace but she wasn't, she was gone.

no more late night conversations under the stars, no more riding their bikes around the neighborhood, no more sleepovers or piggy back rides to the super market for more candy, no more laughter, no more inside jokes, no more anything.

what they had was gone.

luna wasn't here anymore, she's not coming back. the boy came to that realization. he flopped down on the soft grass and looked up at the sky, it soothed him. it reminded him of her.

"are you up there luna?"

"are you finally with the moon?"

he smiled, the thought of her finally being happy made him feel at ease. "i know how much you loved the moon, how much you loved talking to it."

maybe he thought— "maybe if i talk to it too i'll get to you."

he takes a deep sigh in. "i hope i don't look crazy out here." he chuckles. "i'm really out here talking to the moon."

not to long ago it was him and her out here, making memories, living a life full of adventures. now it's just the boy on his own, not having her by his side wrecks him.

"i don't wanna face the world without you." his voice sadden again and his eyes fell droopy. "it's unbelievable, to think you're not even here anymore. just the other day you were telling me how much you can't wait till the holidays come around and now you're just... not here— what am i gonna do without you?"

"i still can't believe you didn't tell me, i'm so angry with you but at the same time i can understand. i'm so sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me, keeping that must have been hard."

he reached into his pocket feeling a thin piece of paper between his fingers. he pulled it out and read over it for the fifth time that day. his eyes kept scanning the same words over and over.

i love you.

his heart rose then fell. she loved him. as a friend? no more, way more. a light blush grew on his freckled cheeks. he always liked luna but never really thought about her liking him back. he wondered what could they have been if she were still here? maybe they'd still be best friends, or maybe something more.

"i love you too luna." he said looking up to the moon smiling. he knew she was up there somewhere—

somewhere far away.

. . .