I snapped back.

The moon stared, beckoning me to retell my story.

The moon was my friend, we had been together from the start, though I had created the moon, it was dead, not alive.

I liked to believe otherwise.

I will continue,

Ah, I remember. It had been sunset.

The sun had ran away from the moon, the clouds happily chasing it into the abyss.

I had looked around, I had stopped within a clearing, the trees frozen over and the snow had landed safely on the ground charmingly.

It had seemed ethereal.

You had seemed ethereal.

I remembered you from small glimpses, you were slight, and fast, quiet as well.

You had black hair, to match your black eyes, your eyes had reflected a long-lasting sorrow,

I wish you had told me what mine had spoken to you.

If mine were as truthful as yours, they would have expressed awe,

Perhaps.

I remember that a grumbling had started, the earth beginning to warn us desperately. We were naïve.

We hadn't seen it coming.

I hadn't seen it coming, had I been less lonely and afraid I would have blamed it on myself.

( ... The lies pile on, you always brought out the truth.

It was my fault. Forgive me. )

The boulder had toppled down, sending smaller boulders dashing down the mountain, your eyes had widened, and I remember thinking in awe that you were magical.

How wrong and right I was.

The boulder's shadow caught my eyes first, I had been struck with a thought, something which had not graced my mind in what felt like years,

'I am going to die.'

But even more surprising, while looking at you another thought surfaced elegantly,

'I don't want to die.'

And, like magic you had looked at me with such a sad look, then you had shoved me out of the way, and I had remembered the stinging sensation covering my side and filling my heart.

My heart had not been damaged. Though I did not understand at the time.

I had been to numb to feel the sadness take ahold.

You had died it my arms.

Why?

Because, you had explained,

"You are my beginning, you simply existing had given me the courage to run, and the fear to survive.

You were my beginning, and you will be my end."