The Reunion of the Moon and Star : Midnight

The beautiful colors swivelled across the widespread sky, creating a canopy that contrasted the green forest as the middle aged beauty sewed the blankets with her worn out fingers inside the house, made of wood.

She was so concentrated in her work that she missed the burning smoke and the shiny meteor like structure that ripped the united clouds; parting them without mercy as it lost control for a rigorous crash.

The woman looked up, when she heard a similar sound that matched the buzzing of the wildly bees; except this sound was getting louder and louder, till it reached the point where she had to drop the embroidered starry blanket to cover her ears.

She saw two flight wings with fire, crash to the earthen ground, nearby her home. The sound of a water splash echoed throughout the calm forest. The young woman stayed rooted in her spot until her curious and concerned instinct kicked in.

She ran as fast she could; ignoring the stinging feeling of the twigs, hitting her face and arms as she made her way towards the ever-flowing waterfall, where the plane had crashed.

Hurrying carefully down the slippery, wet rocks; she noticed a distressed man in the pilot's seat, laid unconscious with blood matted face. She panicked and quickly went over to help him out, but it was all in vain. He was nearly twice as her petite figure, maybe more, but she tried her best to pull him out of the seat after unlocking the seatbelt.

She put her arms around the bulky man and tried to lift him up, the blessed word being try helped her. The man budged a bit and rose up from his position, only to go to his former position when the lady retrieved her painful arms. She groaned out in frustration, but soon sparkled a smile with relief when she noticed a red lever on the control panels.

'Ejecting lever' she thought as she pulled the lever upwards . She knew about it by her husband, who shared his spy adventures with her.

After pulling him out the tragedy, she put his muscular arm around her shoulders and dragged him to her house.

She laid him gently on the wooden cot and tended his wounds by slowly cleansing his blood stricken face by the crystal clear water and covered his blood-oozing gashes with medicinal herbs.

She couldn't help herself from noticing his striking features and the C-shaped scars on his body as she took his shirt off while blushing, but that wasn't the only reason she blushed.

She had a lost feeling in her heart that you'd feel, when you try to remember a forgotten dream. She tried to remember, but all she got was the weird sense of nostalgia overwhelming her senses. 

Sculpted jaw, sharpened cheekbones and long hair that competed with the endless dark night.

Where would've she seen the good looking guy? She felt she knew him, but how?

Shaking her head at her incredulous answer, she left him asleep and went to her room to change her damp clothes.

...........

With a painful jolt, the mystery guy woke up. He looked around, to find himself in a sheltered home with bandages around his injuries as he heard a sweet voiced song that lulled him to peace with the remembrance of his wife.

His alerted demeanor expired as soon as he saw a beautiful women sitting on a rocking chair, knitting while singing as the moonlight shone upon her glorious face.

"Where am I? And who are you?" He asked, breaking the melody. The woman explained his situation and he thanked her for everything but the woman just smiled and nodded.

"What's your name?" The lady asked and he refused to answer. He was a spy and one thing he should know well, was not to trust anyone and giveaway information. He trusted only his wife with his life. So, he just shrugged, not wanting to lie to the kind woman.

"Won't your husband mind bringing a stranger to your house?" He asked, diverting the topic by asking a question which he was really curious about. No one would leave a beauty like her by herself.

'But that's what you did to your wife' His brain painfully reminded him as he saw the woman's sudden sadness.

She stammered out a excuse and went to the balcony to watch the starry sky. The cold air gently breezed past her skin; making her shiver as she rubbed her arms together, creating warmth as she tried to piece the puzzle.

Secretive cyan-eyed man carrying a cyanide with him in his pockets.

Could it be- 

Her thoughts were suddenly disrupted by a gentle weight on her shoulders. She looked over her shoulder, to find herself bathing in the warmth of the blanket as the muscled man stood beside her with their arms brushing in the dead of the silent night. He traced the wooden railing with his fingers as a deep chuckle left his lips, the woman looked at him curiously.

"Obsessed with stars, aren't you?" He asked humorously, noticing the embroideries in the blanket, the carvings in the wood and the awe in her eyes as she stared at the sky with her own sky blue eyes. 

She gave a sad chuckle back and asked sassily, "Obsessed with curved scars on your skin, aren't you?" If he wasn't sharing information, she wasn't willing to say that stars reminded her of her husband, either.

"Ah, that's just a remembrance to keep pushing. Those scars reminded me of the moon. My wife, Crescent" He shared, taking note of her offense.

"Stellar?" Her tiny whisper shocked the man while she stared at him with wide eyes. Her lips twisted into a ungraceful sob as she threw herself into his loving arms as she poured her heart and soul's feelings through her unending sobs to her long lost husband.

And that's how the moon and star got reunited.