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I wipe my tears away and take a deep breath.
Don't cry, Eira. Don't. I tell myself.
I wait for him to break the ice and start the conversation. But he seems too occuppied with staring at the sky.
The moon has come out. The kind of moon we draw in our books when we are in playschool. The beautiful, thin crescent.
I don't remember the last time I saw the moon. It might have been years. Strangely, the moon is filling me with happiness.
Like my family send it here for me.
As I am laughing inside, pondering over my weird myths, Aiden asks me, "Whom were you looking at?"
I am a little taken aback by the question but I am not insecure to tell him. I point towards them, "There, my family."
He doesn't reply. He just sighs.