Fun Stories

To The Moon and Back

  Moonlight seeped through the dark blue curtains of her bedroom. She sat at the window seat with the old window cracked open, enjoying the smell of the night's air. Looking up to the moon, her pupils turning to pools. The moon was bright enough to illuminate her tear stained face, her sad eyes, her frail figure.

  "It's just you and I again," she said softly to the moon.

 Her friends were either asleep, out at parties, getting wasted, or at concerts. She was left to sit in her apartment. Which, she was fine with that. She just wished her friends had at least asked. Her vision glossed over, her palm resting against the glass. Tears hitting her shorts as her head was bowed. Her sides shaking as sniffles erupted from her tiny body. 

  "I wish you could answer me for once..!" She called out to the moon, looking up to it desperately.

 "Please come home! I miss you!" Her head hung as several sobs wracked her body.

 She looked to the picture of him hanging on the other side of the window seat. The red frame fit well against the dark wood. Red had been his favorite color. In the picture, he was standing next to a rocket with a sign that said, "Destined for the moon, a 238,900 mile journey. My love for you will always stretch farther, babygirl" With a little heart in the corner of the poster. 

 His car had crashed on his way to the space station. He was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital. But, she likes to think that he made it to the moon. That maybe he's watching over her. One day she'll see him again, but until then, she'll talk to the moon. 

"If you really love me to the moon and back.. come home.. please.." She smiled weakly at the moon before closing the window and walking away to her room.