Moon's arms embrace the slighter, brighter form. The Moon pulls The Star close, wraps moonbeams around starlight.
While The Star's tears can be counted, The Moon's cannot. She has shed tears for love and loss, for missing pieces and broken mirrors. A girl locked in a cage because she heard voices--
(Michèle)
--and a wolf running from himself, from his hurt and his longing and his loss of control--
(Jason)
--The Moon has wept for herself, for her family, for her sweet Michèle, for her loyal wolf, and for everyone who walked a path, who saw nothing but the darkness she sees now.
Her embrace tightens.
"The Moon shall rise and bring The Star back into the heavens with her."
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While The Star's tears can be counted, The Moon's cannot. She has shed tears for love and loss, for missing pieces and broken mirrors. A girl locked in a cage because she heard voices--
(Michèle)
--and a wolf running from himself, from his hurt and his longing and his loss of control--
(Jason)
--The Moon has wept for herself, for her family, for her sweet Michèle, for her loyal wolf, and for everyone who walked a path, who saw nothing but the darkness she sees now.
Her embrace tightens.
"The Moon shall rise and bring The Star back into the heavens with her."