TACENDA ↻ ongoing

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The night walked down the sky,
with the moon in her hand.
— Fedrick L.

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       “You know,” He spoke, glancing up at the pale white moon, "Looking for the secrets of the universe is quite dangerous. It might fight back, some things are better left unsolved."

      The latter sighed. "The words of a coward, they are." The sky was crystal clear, only the moon and a few stars were visible. Silver wondered if things would go wrong, like Simon said, but it never hurts to try, does it? The noise of the New York City filled their ears whilst they conversed.

      Simon chuckled, raising his beer mug to his plump lips, "Not a coward, girl," He finally spared a look at the latter, "Those are the words of someone who has lived more, seen more amd suffered more. This path will only bring you down."

     Silver raised her brows and fiddled with the rings on her fingers. "I'm not going down this path," he slowly turned and twisted her favorite ring— a pure silver ring, with a crescent moon carved on it. her mother gave it to her before leaving for a suicide mission.

    Removing it, she smiled softly, "I'm gonna go up," She pointed at the sky and smiled, "With this path. Don't give two shits if I break a leg or worse, die. My body would still stay amongst the brightest stars, while yours underneath the soil."

     Simon frowned, not liking the strange humor of the young soul sitting next to him. He disliked it when she joked about sensitive topics such as death. In return, she would always tell him to ‘shut his boomer mouth.’

   Running his old, skinny fingers through his greying hair, he respected her determination but despised her actions. They would get her in serious trouble some or the other day. He would constantly be on the edge everytime she was given a task. To her, the tasks were nothing but a small piece of cake.

   She was made to kill. Taught to follow orders and respect her seniors. Yet somehow, she was never formal to Simon. She had found a great companion in him. One she truly trusted and loved.

    “You’re still young, Sillie. You have your entire life laid infront of you, please don’t give it up for some stupid task he gives you," He ranted, feeling distraught. He knew his words would never do justice and make her stay but it’s all worth a try, right?

     “I’m eighteen, Sim. I am very much able to take care of myself. This mission is a random one; I’ll handle it well, I promise.” She replied, trying to take over the conversation. She knew she might get killed on this mission, but did not accept it. All her missions were dangerous, but this was her job, where she truly belonged.

    “Fine,” Simon sighed, very much aware that he would not win this argument. “But promise me, you’ll come back alive.” Silver chuckled. Her lush brown hair dancing by the strings of the cold September wind. “Pinky promise, Sim.”

    As the evening passed, the two soon retired to their beds, one being excited while the other nervous.

     It was only a matter of time when Silver’s life truly began.

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