The Boy had been laying on the crescent of his home. Forever sitting there, watching, waiting. All of the illuminated lights on the orb below him seemed to glow even brighter that night. The Boy wondered, would he ever get out of his miserable rock home? Could he ever be able to go, dare he say it, to that orb? His father came up to him.
"Lumi."
"Coming, Dad."
He knew he couldn't do it. He needed to forget. They were rotating, and soon, he would have to go into the dark of his home. The side that was only facing the stars. He used to climb out and look at them. Now, the only thing that really held his gaze were the lights from the orb.
5 Years Ago
"Anastasia, you can't."
"But Lune, I have to."
Lune grabbed her arm, willing her not to go.
She stepped off.
He cried.
She fell.
"Tell him I love him!"
She never came back.
"Lumière! It's been ten minutes!"
He didn't realize he had fallen asleep.
He was going to see his mother again.
Because even though his father doubted it, she was alive, living on that orb.
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The Boy on the Moon
RandomForever he would be on the moon. Destined to watch people from above. Until one specific person catches his eye. Everything falls apart.
