Every night she waits patiently for the sound of her father's door to shut gently. The familiar click is the last echo of sound through the dark house as her father settles into bed. Holding her breath, she opens her bedroom door and tiptoes out, her feet padding softly on the carpet. Closing the door behind her, she creeps down the hallway past her siblings bedrooms where they lay in bed, their heads in their dream lands. She lets out a soft sigh of relief as she reaches the lounge-room. Her hands managed to find the window ledge in the darkness, and she lifts the glass. Fumbling awkwardly, she heaves her body out the window and lands on her two feet. She smiled as the wind instantly began blowing her hair in beautiful dancing motions. Leaving her house behind, she began on her nightly journey.
Her feet finally found the coarse dirt as she came off the roads and in a thick gathering of trees. It wasn't long until she found herself atop a rocky waterfall. The water cascaded down in a trance like state. The soothing sound of crashing water against rocks mixed with the moonlit forest. It was like pure ecstasy. She lay down. Smiling up at her familiar friend, she greeted the moon's light with ease, much like the soft breeze that blew through the tree tops.
The moon began to tell her about his day. He talked on and on, eagerly about the sun and how he craves her sweet sticky warmth. He knows he can never have her, two souls on a different course yet so besotted. Conflict in its purest form.
"My child," The moon said. His tone changing every so slightly. To an untrained ear, it would have gone unnoticed. But she looked up intently at the moon.
"There will be a boy who will come into your life. A boy with hazel eyes and a wicked smile. He'll show you the world. You'll think that you can't live without him. His venomous words will drip with meanings of feelings left untold. Those eyes you will love will soon become depraved and virulent. His wandering eyes won't rest on you alone when the moonlight replaces the sunset. You'll spend countless days tossing and turning, wondering if it ever meant anything. He'll keep turning you and turning you, like you're his toy. Until one day you break."
"But my child, just hold on. Things will get better. You'll become your own world"
And with that the moon disappeared breathlessly behind a cloud. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the wind hugging the trees.
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