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“…don’t matter if i gotta use money, magic, ya name it. someday, i’ll make it happen.”
—how could he not, when the image in his mind was engraved in his soul so deeply?
indeed, it was so clear, it could probably last ten thousand years.
(II)
“wow, the moon is so big…” as kate walked down the hallway, she looked out the window.
outside, the moon hung from the sky, so full and large she felt she could touch it.
“they say witchcraft’s at its strongest when the moon is at its largest.”
“eek!” kate jumped and turned around, seeing victor standing right behind her. “v-victor! don’t scare me like that!”
“haha, you must’ve been fairly out of it if you didn’t notice. bewitched by the moon tonight?”
“hm? oh, i guess…” kate’s voice trailed off as she looked back out the window.
victor’s gaze followed, his voice remaining lighthearted. “i have a tickling feeling some magic is going to happen tonight.”
kate chuckled as well at his somewhat theatric words. “what, are you holding another magic show?”
“aw, miss kate, could it be you miss my magic shows? you know i’m always happy to show you my tricks.” victor’s eyes were like crescents as he smiled, but then his expression recomposed. “…but i mean a different type of magic this time.”
“a different type?”
the corner of his lips quirked up as he brought his index finger up.
“be careful when opening doors after the clock strikes midnight. if you open the wrong door at the wrong time, i can’t guarantee you will be able to return safely until the next full moon.”
(III)
“▧▧▧▧, ya doin’ okay?”
they laid on the bed — a far cry from the energetic disposition they had just some time before.
now, coughing was a regular occurrence. sometimes, they would shiver as well.
jude held onto their hand, grasping it as tightly as his coarse fingers could.
it was as though he wanted to capture any sign of warmth.
or before that, he wanted to find a semblance of it.
“i’m…sorry…”
their voice came out as a raspy whisper before more coughing resounded in the room. the hand jude held gently held his back in a silent urge for him to relax.
although it did little to ease his mind.
after all, what they had couldn’t be treated without medicine.
and medicine costed money — more money than what he could currently make in a year, he reckoned.
jude clicked his tongue, more so annoyed at himself than anything else. but this only elicited an amused, albeit weak chuckle from his sibling.
“why so hard on yourself?” ▧▧▧▧ lifted jude’s hand, and he let them guide his hand as though they were the moon. “…you’re already like the moon to me. so that’s why…”
“▧▧▧▧…” jude’s voice trailed off, his amethyst eyes becoming more misty as he heard their voice fade into a whisper.
“that’s why…if i can stay by your side…that is more than enough.”
“then i’ll stay by your side,” jude replied, “it’s a promise ‘til the end.”
they gave jude a smile before turning their head to look up at the moon, high above the sky.
“i wonder how far the moon is,” they murmured.
jude didn’t know the answer then.
he eventually did find out —— but only when their voice faded to nothingness.
(IV)
kate couldn’t get victor’s words out of her head.
maybe he was indeed joking, but also…what if he was not? what would happen, then, were she to open a door she shouldn’t have?
sighing while mulling over her own thoughts, she turned the doorknob to her door, eager to plop onto the soft sheets of her bed, when——
“ahhh?!”
opening the door, she was greeted by a blinding light.
so bright…!
it took her a minute to adjust to her surroundings, her eyes slowly presenting her with a sight that looked somewhat familiar, but was also a far cry from her room.
“w-w-w-wha…”
the first thing she saw was a fight breaking out.
or…it wasn’t so much of a fight as it was a child, a boy who couldn’t have passed his teen years, getting beaten by some adults.
what stood out to kate was the amethyst-colored eyes this child had, which seemed to gleam with an unyielding flame of determination, only kindled by the inevitable pain.
what is going on?!
kate was bewildered, for sure, but also, she wanted to help that child as well.
her body moved on her own then.
“stop right there!!”
the child’s eyes widened, but he quickly recomposed himself. it would appear he was accustomed to such situations.
the attackers tried to retaliate, but they didn’t know that kate had a good mentor named roger when it came to the art of self defense.
when the attackers fled (not without spitting on the ground in contempt though), kate turned toward the child.
it was then she noticed his silver hair with black streaks.
“you…”
is this jude?
kate reached out to him to check to see if he was hurt, but the boy slapped her hand away, shooting kate a glare.
“i never asked for your help, ya goody two shoes.”
well, that was more than enough to answer the question that popped into her mind some mere seconds before.
(V)
who knows how much time had passed.
the first few days, kate ran into (child) jude, and he would swat her hand away, glare at her, and run off somewhere she didn’t know.
he kind of reminded her of a cat.
but as a bit more time went on, the two started making small talk.
“how long are you going to eat stale bread?”
“none o’ ya darn business.”
“actually, i think i have very valid concerns about your health, jude——ah.”
kate put her hands over her mouth, but it was too late.
jude looked at her, his brows raised.
“i didn’t tell ya my name. what does that make ya, a stalker?”
“no way!”
and, as a week passed, kate would sometimes find jude sitting on top of some burlap sacks piled on top of one another, looking up at the sky.
usually, his amethyst eyes had some fire in them, but when they looked at the moon, they seemed so dull in comparison. it was like he was deep in thought, but said thoughts weighed down on him, making him look far from a child.
one day — or one night — for the first time perhaps, jude asked kate a question.
“…how far is the moon?”
“…around 385,000 kilometers.” adult you told me at one point, after all.
jude spared kate a side glance before looking back up. “…i see.” after a pause, his next words came out in a murmur. “maybe if i met ya sooner, things would’ve been different.”
somehow, seeing his profile in the darkness, illuminated only by the silver moonlight, made him seem infinitely lonely…
and kate couldn’t help herself as she wrapped her arms around jude.
at first, he stiffened, but he didn’t push her away; he likely didn’t have much vigor to do so at this point.
no words were exchanged between them, but none were needed.
but then, another question seemingly whispered in kate’s ears.
“then, do ya think it’s possible to go to the moon?”
it seemed like a simple question, and yet at the same time so vulnerable for a reason kate didn’t know of.
“yes,” she replied after a pause, “i do.”
“hah, ya sure know how to be a goody two shoes.”
but for the first time since she came to this mysterious world, she felt arms wrap around her back.
fin.
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This post is purely here just so I can delay the next post in my queue to tomorrow because the post after that is related to it and I don’t want them to be separated across two days
