Moonbound: A Love Across Lifetimes

He stared at the city lights below the building where he stood. He has witnessed almost every change that has taken place here over the years. The scenery was still beautiful, captivating even— But it masked the place's true face. He took a sip from the glass and turned his gaze skyward. Dark clouds loomed, hiding the stars. Only the full moon shone through— Just like every night. Just like before. The same beautiful full moon. How many times has he stared at it? How many full moons had he seen? How long would he have to wait? He shook his head and smiled bitterly. How long has it been? A lifetime? Must he wait even longer? To find her again? To be with her? He walked to a table and opened a drawer. Inside lay his most treasured possession. He took it gently, gazing at it with longing. A pink pendant— Its soft glow gave him warmth. "When will I be with you again?" He had asked that same question since the day she died... And maybe he will continue asking for many more days. He had waited a thousand years, through a hundred full moons, An eternity— And still, no sign of hope. He looked at the necklace one last time before placing it back in its safe place. Then he walked over to the glass window, eyes on the moon again, I wish to see the face he missed so much. To see her warm smile... To feel her in his arms once more. "Luna..." ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ She ran— ran for her life. She didn't dare look back. No! Never. She didn't want to see the monster chasing her. Was it a monster? A voice asked. She wasn't sure. She didn't even know anymore. Why are you running? Came another question. She slowed her pace... and stopped. "Why am I running?" she whispered to herself. She turned around slowly, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Then she opened them. Black. Darkness. Nothing. No one was there—just shadows all around. She scanned the space. Still nothing. Why are you running? The voice asked again. "W-Where are you?" she called out. Are you scared? She asked gently. "Y-Yes..." she admitted. Why are you scared? She didn't answer. You shouldn't be. The voice was warm— gentle. Familiar. "W-Who are you?" she asked, searching. No reply. "Who are you!" she shouted again, eyes scanning desperately. I've been waiting for you... Come back to me. Then she saw them— two glowing, red eyes. Strangely, she felt no fear. They were... familiar. Comforting, even. She stepped closer— inch by inch. But just as she neared, the ground beneath her gave way. She was falling. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Sandara Park!!" She shot up from her seat, eyes wide. "And Miss Park... truly, what an incredible student you are," Said the woman in glasses, staring sternly. "Ugh... I-I'm sorry, Ms. Liu. I just... I had a bad dream." Dara replied shyly. "Oh, I can see that," Ms. Liu said dryly. "But let me remind you— "THIS IS A CLASSROOM. YOU ARE IN MATH CLASS. YOU SHOULD BE LISTENING, NOT SLEEPING!" Dara bit her lip and bowed. "I'm sorry, Ms. Liu. I promise it won't happen again!" "Oh, I'm sure it won't— Because you won't be attending this class any longer!" Dara's eyes widened. "M-Ms. Liu! Please... I'm sorry!" "No! Pack your things and leave." She did as she was told. Walking out with slumped shoulders, she muttered under her breath, "Pssh... It's not my fault she's a boring professor." Still dazed, she couldn't shake the dream. Those red eyes— They were like precious stones. She should've been scared... But instead, she felt a strange longing. An attachment she couldn't name. The dream has been repeating itself lately, night after night. And it was beginning to bother her. She shook her head and kept walking. Down the long, quiet hallway of the university.