The Last Firefly

When we are born we find that there is something missing in our lives.
This is the metaphoric exploration of the shortness of highschool romance, even if we know it is short, it is that fleeting moment that lasts forever.
The beauty in it is the knowledge that is we die, which is what it means to live. Empty, until we find that one light of a firefly. Knowing that things will end it does not matter because it is the knowledge that that highschool love is the one whom we want to be with above all other if it be just for a moment. Even if it will be painful, even if they are young and knowing that there time together is short it is the memory that lasts.

A short story for the #TKBmoviecontest