To The Moon and Back

𝟎𝟑 | 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚

A U R O R A

A glow in a planet's ionosphere caused by the interaction between the planet's magnetic field and charged particles from the Sun. This phenomenon is known as the Aurora Borealis in the Earth's northern hemisphere and the Aurora Australis in the Earth's Southern Hemisphere.

T O  T H E
M O O N & B A C K

I WALKED THROUGH the door leading into Delilah's Diner, a bell sounding, announcing my arrival as I searched the long space for Solar, Alula, Rion, and Pandora. I surpassed the light wooden tables and chairs, continuing down to the other half of the diner where the ruby-red booths were. 

Noticing them toward the back of the diner, I walk down and watch as Pandora moves from her seat quickly, standing up, and I send her a glare as I seat myself down. 

The booths only seated four people, so once I sit down, taking up the last seat, Pandora sits down on my lap and I roll my eyes, leaning back against the somewhat comfortable seat, placing a hand on her waist as I slipped my hand beneath her shirt, digging my fingertips into her waist and I feel her shift on top of me and I groan.

My sister barely acknowledged my presence, her eyes focusing on her boyfriend. Solar is the closest thing that I have to a friend. We've known each other since primary school. He's an inch shorter than me, making him five-foot-eleven. He's scrawny and has blue eyes, his dark hair curly and unruly.

Rion was five-foot-eight and dark-skinned, his hair always in cornrows. He was short as hell which is probably why girls turn the other way when they see him.

"So," Alula says, her head leaning on Solar's shoulder. They are so in love, it makes me sick. "what're we doing tonight?"

It's a Friday. We always do something on a Friday but I honestly would rather die than go and party or anything right now. I'm just so tired.

I shrug. "I don't know."

Alula's eyes light up, her mouth forming an o shape. "Oh my god, there's a party tonight." she remembers. "I'm pretty sure this dude from my photography class said that he was throwing a party. . ." she stops to check her phone, probably gathering the details. "I mean, it could be lame, but we could go check it out?"

Everyone agrees and I just remain silent. I don't give a fuck. My life always consists of the same things, it's like one big, endless cycle. Same friends, same stupid parties, same sex, same old fucking shit, different day. Everything just feels so mundane, it is miserable.

Parties can be okay but only if there are drugs there. Sex is great too, but only if I'm high, otherwise it doesn't satisfy me. I'm always torn between being completely isolated or being completely surrounded. Being alone can get boring but then again, when I'm with people, no matter who they are, they just fuck me off.

I was pulled from my thoughts as the waitress appeared to take our order. "What can I get for you all this evening?" her voice sounds strained, her tone extremely forced.

I ignore her as I stare down at the table. The food here is kind of shit and I'm not hungry anyway.

"If it isn't Rexie Rora." Pandora snorts and at the sound of her bitter tone and strange insult, I look up to find the receiver of her cruel words were.

There stood the girl from the bridge, her petite frame clad in nothing but black, an apron tied around her waist as her thick but very short hair was tucked behind her ear, a thick line of black on each eye making her eyes even more cat-like. It was only in this brighter lighting that I noticed she had a silver hoop through her right nostril and a piercing through her septum.