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Aoko watched as Kaito looked down at the hand-written letter that had been stuffed in his shoe locker at some point during the day. The envelope had been blank, the fold held closed by a sloppily applied heart shaped sticker. And inside were two sheets of paper.
The first page was only three lines long.
Do you remember?
When it was just me and you.
And we made the night our own?
And the second page was… The paper fell from Kaito’s shaking hands, eyes flickering from line to line.
The moon hangs low in the midday sky,
His white light shining still too bright.
Ethereal.Curious, the child stares in wonder.
Reaching for the sky, he dreams of shadowless days.
Of moonlit nights.
Wondering if the moon ever dreams the same, and…
Somehow, he’s is sure it does.At last the boy is pulled away,
Reality making itself known.
Even the moon must set.Casting a glance over his shoulder, the boy moves on.
Onwards towards the setting sun,
Marveling at how fast the shadows grow.
Instinctively, he moves faster and faster still.
Never slowing.
Gasping for breath, till he has no more.
Aoko never saw Kaito again after that.