Tonight was the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies Festival, the last few moments of grace and youth and warmth until summer hit again. Gathered around the brushing waves were the nostalgic faces of our family, of this small town we like to call home. Leah, with her porcelain cheeks, shivered numbly towards the sky; Sebastian stared to not the surface of the magic waters, but the darkness and the depths beneath them. Amidst the quiet mourning I was trailing around the docks, observing the long faces of my friends. I suddenly felt a tired set of eyes on my back and swung around with soft, parted lips to see Shane. My best friend. My greatest heartache. My worst fear.