Under the moons watch
992 Words
I followed him in silence, unsure of why I did. The city, with all its noise and lights, faded behind us as he led me up a narrow path that twisted into the quiet dark.
The further we went, the less I could hear. The wind whispered through the trees, the night air thick and heavy with anticipation. His presence, still silent but so real, seemed to fill the space between us.
When we reached the summit, I gasped.
The view was breathtaking. The city sprawled below us like a glittering sea of stars, but above us, the moon was a fragile sliver view, floating in the vast, endless black sky. The stars surrounded it like children clinging to their mother, each one distant yet pulsing with life. It was the kind of beauty that stung the back of your throat, making you catch your breath and your heart racing.
"It’s beautiful," I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was speaking to him, to the moon, or to the sky or to the universe itself.
He stood beside me, gazing out over the city, the faintest but most beautiful smile playing at his lips. "It’s always beautiful. People just don’t look close enough."
I didn’t know if he meant the stars, or the moments like this one, where everything felt as if it might shatter if you blinked too hard.
We stood there for what felt like hours, but when I finally turned to him, he was already moving, heading back down the path, without even informing me . I followed almost immediately, trying to catch up his pace , my heart heavy with the strange sensation that we had just experienced something too precious, too fleeting to be real.
By the time we reached the lamp post where we had first met, the spell seemed to broken, . I wanted to confront him for trying to leave me behind there, but silence stretched between us, thick and unspoken as if the night had told us everything we needed to know. We were but only strangers.
He stopped, his shadow stretching long against the pavement.
"Goodbye," he said, his voice distant now, as if he had already turned away.
It was a simple word, but it felt final, as though he was leaving my life after being a part of it.
I still wanted to say something ,to ask why, or to beg him to stay, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I nodded, and we parted ways as if it had never been anything more than a passing dream. A dream even I , Elysia wouldn't dare it to end that way.
The Next Day at the Coffee Shop
The bell above the door jingled as I entered The Crescent Café, still hazy from the night. The air inside was warm, comforting, a better contrast to the chillness I was feeling in my bones. I moved to the counter, ready to lose myself in the routine of the moment, when I saw him.
He was sitting in the corner, his eyes meeting mine as if he was expecting me , as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I didn’t expect to see you here," I said, my voice barely a whisper, as walked up to him
He shrugged, as if the meeting hadn't been inevitable. "Maybe you’re not as lost as you thought."
I chuckled, "maybe I'm not " I added , as I moved back to the counter to grab my coffee.
"It wouldn't be nice if we part ways today again without a formal introduction, would it ?" He said casually his voice as low and distant as the last night.
Stopping in my tracks , I turned , "I thought you'd never ask " . He smirked , Stretching forth his hands, which I took , "Lucas Tom ". He said his voice as steady as the night before.
"Elysia" I replied.
"Just Elysia" ? , "c'mon I told you my full name " he said , acting pained and I laughed.
"Elysia Marcus"
"Oh , that sounds like a name of a literal character, Humm, from the book of the Nights Of a Shattered Day, written by..."
"Micheal Leone, Elysia , the lover girl who got bittered, turning her nights to cries of her horrible days" I added , interrupting him . " Sometimes I think that's where my parents got the inspiration from".
"Ah-ah , apart from being lost, she reads too, impressive , you really should ask your parents if that was their inspiration ". he said laughing, I joined him.
It felt like the perfect moment, chatting with a stranger, like I've known him my whole life. It felt so good.
He walked me back to the counter, I grabbed my coffee ,and we came out of the cafe together.
"Nice to see you again, Elysia Marcus"
"The pleasure is mine, Lucas...Tom"
Shaking hands again, this time taking his features in. He's good looking, no doubt. looking at him properly this time , I must admit , he looked like a fallen angel .
Hazel eyes, brown hairs , jawlines as straight as a ruler , perfectly carved brows ( I can't tell if they are, but they look so) ,long eyelash, thin lips, nose as pointed as a thorn, and he displays perfect set of tooth when he smiles , revealing a cute sided dimple. And to top it all off ?,he was tall , way too tall for an average man.
Let's say 6'6 ft tall, I don't know but I definitely ain't exaggerating!
"He..hem" he coughed , snapping me out of my gaze. "Oh, sorry " I quickly apologized , letting go of his hands. And he laughed almost immediately.
"So..., bye then" he said , waving at me , this time not as distant as the night before.
"good bye" , I replied, waving back.
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