He watched as his light glided toward the edge of the hallway, standing firmly with her hands cupped behind her waist.
She swayed them, just as he hoped she would if she were still alive.
But she wasn't, and he couldn't deal with it.
It was an every day task for him. Sitting up in his makeshift bed, hoping he could hold her one last time in her arms.
But there wasn't a chance. He was searching for something that was buried deep into the ground.
Dread passed through his life. All of his allies and friends had embarked on their own separate journeys.
Some were safe.
Some had died.
And some were lost memories.
The cost of these lost memories was his sanity. He prayed that someday, the eternal world around him would find salvation one last time. But there wasn't a true purpose to it, for the existence of his life thrived on what he loved the most. And they were gone.
But one day, a beacon of hope changed him. A savior cured him of his affliction. When he looked at her for the first time, he was astonished to see a warrior that could potentially save him and his deepest allies.
And so she did.
He soared through the skies searching for the truth, when he finally encountered the one that would make him whole.
Your face...
The moment he held her hands to let him in his domain, he couldn't sleep for nights.
Your face is just like hers.
And through their journey, he couldn't help but remember.
If there's a God out there...
In the bonfire, they sat.
Are you doing this to me on purpose? To punish who I am?
They marveled in the beauty of the universe together and exchanged conversation. Even her laugh was like that of the child.
But this isn't a punishment.
She turned her head and smiled with her blossoming freckled cheeks.
This is a gift.
"What are you looking at, old man?" She said, curtly turning her head toward his eyes.
Luna...
He smiled and turned away as the light of his child blinded his eyes.
I miss you.
"You're too funny." She said.
But this will have to do.
"Ha, ha." He replied.
Yes.
This will do.