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Ruth.

A year after he left.

THERE IS something so comforting about watching the moon.

It is so calming and reflecting.

It makes you remind yourself that you might not even be real and that your problems are actually quite insignificant to other people's problems.

Thinking about it, people from past centuries have looked at the moon and people in the future will see it. 

To think that the moon won't go anywhere, but we will.

I believe that many people will live on this earth for decades, centuries, but eventually there will be a time when even the species of human must become extinct.

And then there will be no one to watch the moon, and appreciate it's beauty and light.

Which makes me sad.

Because the moon is everlasting.

Stars have blown my mind.

They aren't even connected to our earth, yet we see so many of them.

The patterns and shapes they create in the sky, could mesmerise me for hours on end.

They aren't even shaped like stars.

If you were to look closer at them, you would realise there just big balls of light.

Some people believe that we are made of stardust, and no I don't believe them, but it sure as hell would be cool.

Stars create these beautiful constellations in the sky, but I'm always too taken away by the sky as a whole, so I forget to look for them, I take it all in as a whole.

The stories behind each and every constellation.

It shows me that everything has a story.

Whether it be short, long, good, bad. It doesn't matter.

Because, everything has their own story to tell.

I would watch the stars with him.

I would drag him out of his house after school in the evening and take him to our special tree, where you had the best view of the sky.

He always grumbled and moaned as complained he was tired, but I knew he enjoyed it.

Sometimes, I would catch him looking up at the sky with the tiniest smile on his face, his eyes giving away every feeling he didn't want to show; contentment.

But I also knew, he would only come because I loved it.

He only ever went because I liked it.

But unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and that was our friendship.

gone. discarded. forgotten.

I didn't care though. . okay maybe I did care a little bit but it's okay, because I was obviously not meant to be in his future and he was not mine.

But if you are out there Elijah.

please come back.


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