How We Deal With Misery

6: untitled II [through dreams]

She was crying when he saw her, tears flowing down her cheeks as the most sorrowful noises left her throat.

He was the creature of the night, someone who never cared about the things that lived by the sun, for the moon was his goddess and his mother.

But when his lavender eyes were greeted with that...pathetic sight, he knew there was something. Something about her that would be one of the few complexities that humans bring along with their own existence.

So he stayed. Stayed near her, stayed hidden, stayed perplexed. He wondered how a human could acquire that much grief just by existing, and he wondered how a human could be so happy just by merely staring at the sky garden of lights.

He never knew, because even entities like him could not read minds.

But one day he came, and the human wasn't there. Unlike the times he came to observe her, the house was alive, with noise and lights, and there were strangers. A whole lot of strangers.

And then she was beside him, and her smiling face, bittersweet as it was, surprised him who only saw sorrow in her eyes.

"I didn't see you." She whispered, staring down at the people she had known her entire life, laughing as they cooked and drunk at the same time.

"For god's sake, it's my funeral in ten days and they're just...laughing." Pouting, she turned to him.

"I never saw you. If I did, I would have been alive."

He shook his head. He knew what would happen next. He knew why did it, and he knew that things would be better if she belonged to the gray. She knew it too, even as she shed quiet tears for the humanity she lost.

"Things will be better this way." She smiled again, but there was something about it that made him...feel something.

"Don't worry, I'll visit you sometime." He stared up at the moon, and the stars she had loved. Perhaps she was happy then, because they were the same.

"Us immortal creatures of the night have to stick together after all."