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The room was dim, and she swore to herself that she wouldn't turn over and look down at the sleeping boy splayed out on her floors but the wish was ignored. She did it anyway, twisting her body until her eyes looked over the edge of the mattress. Down at the guy currently passed out on her new carpet. He didn't look all that appealing to be honest. No sun rays halo, no pillow of flower petals, no angelic choir...he was just there. A regular dude it looked like, although she couldn't help but look for something else. Like a third eye or some demon horns and scales. Anything; anything to back up his claim of being other worldly,something mildly entertaining, something unecessarily extravagant. He said he was super natural and she had no reason to believe him..but she had no reason to not believe him either, and giving him the benefit of the doubt was so simple but now he's fed and is knocked out on her bedroom floor and she's regretting everything that transpired that day. His hair is dark and his skin is pale and from what she remembers his eyes were pretty dark too. He was plain and unremarkable; a standard issue. she looked more divine than he did, even in her sad excuse for pajamas. "you cant judge a book by its cover" that's what he said, and man has she had enough of that saying. "you cant judge a book by its- yes i can! i can judge whatever the hell i want!" and here it started. her quiet whispered rants to no one. As he softly snored on her floor she vented out her frustrations to the night. staring at the art she had littered across the wall and talking aloud for the dust to judge. "i don't know who he is..i don't know why i should trust him...but i do?" she bit the inside of her cheek "i get a strange feeling when he speaks..and its really unsettling...am i..am i experiencing attachment?" she sat up abruptly and snapped her head in his direction. she examined him again.. his thick eyebrows, his round nose, his long eyelashes. she chuckled "nah, damn that scared me" she dropped back down onto her pillow and raised her arms towards the ceiling. spreading her fingers like a budding flower. "whatever..we'll talk tomorrow". her arms dropped to her sides and she rolled back over facing the wall. it was roughly 4 minutes before she was asleep and the room was quiet once again. The only sound now being the melancholy sigh of the boy on the floor.

light filtered in through the window coloring his face light blue. it ran through his fingers like water and left him feeling cold. it called to him with a song so faint it was impossible to ignore and that's all he wished he could do. it was so silent yet so ear piercing. sweet like a sirens song. he covered his ears with his hands and squeezed his eyes shut.nothing. or better yet, everything. he still heard its voice. so light, so feathery, so sweet. he still heard its whispers in his head even when he did his best to pretend they weren't his own thoughts. grabbing the pillow he was laying on, he covered his head with it. shoving its soft yellow satin over his ears, hoping that that would have an affect. but still he heard. throwing the pillow down somewhere to his left he sat up. looking up towards the window. out the transparent curtains and up towards the sky. the moon looked back at him, almost gloating like it had won a bet. and in a sorts it had. the moon was his and he was the moons. it'd be better to say he was the moon. he was abandoning his duty, he was leaving behind his tradition. He wasn't supposed to be here. his body was weakening and all he had to do to remedy it was to just return but why should he. his real home, his real body...it was kin to a prison. he didn't want to go back. he couldn't, he could however, already see the grin from her. she'd comfort him and say it was all okay, that it was only temporary. that all of this was only temporary. she would dismiss his feelings and all so they could join once again. he didn't want that anymore. he was so confused. how could she be so content with the same static thing forever. to constantly protect something, to shine down on the same thing forever. no matter how many times they get reborn, no matter how much the world below him changed. he wanted to quit. but...he turned to look at the girl asleep on her bed. her skin glowed a beautiful sienna in the moonlight waving slowly with her breathing. it gave him a sort of calming feeling to know his light could compliment her in any way. she mumbled in her sleep as he stared. he wanted to quit but..now he wanted to quit for her. before he was only bored, he was frustrated with being forever bound to this planet, this existence. he wanted peace to sleep. but his sun, his forever love. she only wanted to continue. she thought it was wrong to abandon the world she'd watched from the beginning and he understood but after a time it grew painful. so he left. and even though it hurt him and his body craved to be reinvigorated to feel godly again and leave these mortal aches behind, he wouldn't return to that power. he wouldn't go back and see her smiling face and know that his own desires his own wishes for himself were just wrong and stupid fantasies.