The
moon fell across the long beach, casting shadows from the tropical trees and
washing the rich yellow a deep shade of gray. The waves gently washed and licked at the beach as the moon
and stars cast an infallible map of themselves across the crystalline sea. The darkness itself, so intense and
unrelenting so far from land, was broken only by the small crackles and awkward
light flashed by a small wood burning fire.
A
girl laughed, she was lying with her arm across a boy’s hip. They were lying among bags and satchels
overflowing with food and supplies, that told you the story of their
arrival. Short and terrifying,
they were stranded. Lost. Unknown to the world, and wanting to
find their careful ways back. But
they weren’t scared or angry or… No, they were in love.
Her
nose had a small silver stud in it, her arm had a curving band of an asp around
her bicep, and her long curly blonde hair spanned from her ripped white shirt
to her cutoff jeans. There was a
leather watch on her ankle and a golden ring on her finger. His hair was a shock of red and stood
out from his angular face, he smiled at her like she was the sun. Her hand contracted around his waist as
he kissed behind her ear tenderly.
But, suddenly, her face was more serious. Sure, she was young and in the kind of love they wrote
fairytales for, but her thick, pale lips pursed.
Her
eyes looked directly at the moon that washed her round, gray eyes black,” That
moon,” she pointed, “ Have you ever thought about it was a lantern? As a small reminder of sanity when
there is none? Something, that no
matter where you are and what is happening, it’ll always be there and it will
never change, no matter how much everything else does?” Her hands moved around each other in
her lap, and once the words started flowing, she didn’t stop until she had no
breath left. “Sometimes it’s like
we’re lost up there, lost in space.
Like we’re just floating around the entire time, and every once in a
while we’ll get lucky and find our way to a star. Our world will be bright for a moment or so, but then two
things can happen: we can fly straight into that light and get burned, or veer
off and our world will be dark too soon and too heartlessly. But then the other times you’re just
floating out there through nothingness, and a lot of the time you’re getting
hit by meteorites and falling down, only to continue the path again. Or maybe next time it’s space junk,
just things abandoned by other ventures that amble rather aimlessly all their
lives. Sure, they’re tragedies in
their own right, forgotten or misplaced but altogether unneeded in this
ridiculous journey we’re all taking.
But then there are the planets,
the bigger lights that will eventually incinerate you or pull away,
forever a slave to orbit and its pull.
And then there are the things that happen against all odds, you find
your way to Earth, through the atmosphere, and you land gently. Maybe you make it to the moon and spend
the rest of your days giving hope to the others. Or maybe, just maybe, you end up like me and you. You end up in the middle of a
supernova. Your whole world is on
fire, trees and grass and even the water is lit up in these magnificent
flames. And sure, loving someone
is beautiful and amazing, but that fire�"that love�"it’s going to catch you and
you will get burned. But you
wouldn’t be burned on the Earth or the moon, and I don’t know… Sometimes it seems like you can’t win. That every single little thing that
happens is both a cause and an effect in the sense that it you are always
recycling. I love you now, and I
know I will forever and if there is a forever beyond that I’ll love you then, I
swear with that moon and these words as my witness, I will. But one of us is going to die
first. Who knows, maybe we’ll
never got off of this God forsaken island. It just… What’s
the point of everything if it’s just long days of bitterness and pain and cold
nights of loneliness and heartbreak stopped only by small bursts of erratic
fire that will burn you after it warms your feet? Loving you, or anyone really, is like a series of bone
marrow test interspersed with irregular root canals.”
He
swallowed and grabbed her hand, her face was distraught as he propped himself
up on one elbow. “Hey, hey,” he
murmured, wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand,” there are ways to put
out a fire, you know? And how much
can something hurt if you’re holding my hand?”
That
elicited a smile, and he placed his lips lightly on hers. He whispered,” We are young, we’re
free, we stay up late, and we don’t sleep. We got each other and the night, hey, we’ll be all right.” And with that she kissed him as her
qualms were massaged away by his fervent hand at her neck.
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