Magical Memories

[Cheza-chan]

Prologue:
The wind shifted outside, a chill filling the air. The air had a calm, dangerous sense about it, like a snake before it strikes. Still but poisonous. The trees bowed, succumbing to the strong winds as the whipped past the branches. Small animals sensed another change in the wind. A calming wave stilled the wind momentarily. The animals' small ears perked up expectantly, waiting for the ever changing motion of the earth to shift its course once more, from passive to aggressive. Just as they knew it would, the winds picked up once more. It was different this time though. The air was charged. Electricity tingled throughout and the animals ducked and scurried away as birds flew into small crooks in the trees.

A moment later, lightening lit the horizon.

Chapter One: The Incident of the Unfortunate Storm

"sh*t! There's no WAY that just happened! sh*t!" The television had just turned itself off with a furtive click, only until the screen had gone black did she know what had just occurred. "Three days... three DAYS!" A petite girl slammed down the controller in her frustration, just as another lightening bolt streaked its way across the sky. She sat for a moment in the darkness, taking deep breaths. "I didn't save for three days!" She was calmer now, though still on edge. All of a sudden, a knock on her window broke her concentration.

"C'mon, Luna! It's pouring out here!" She could barely make out the words over the roar of the rain. Not that it mattered; she always let him in anyway. She ran to the window, smiling at his face, dripping with rain.

"Sorry it took so long."

"Dark in here, huh?"

"Black-out." She shrugged and took a sip of the coke he had bought. She stared down at the bag of Skittles.

"You opened it last time."

"Damn." Tugging open the corners of the skittles bag, she listened as her best friend explained why he had come so late.

"-and then I decided we should go to the park! I mean- I know it's raining but-" A huge rainbow of Skittles cascaded around the room.

"Oops." Luna bent to pick up some wayward Skittles and shoved the purples into her mouth, handing a red over to him, who smiled gratefully. "Sorry, go on."

He looked confused for a second, then nodded. "Oh- right. Ok so uh, even though it's pouring," both pairs of eyes automatically flicked toward the window, "I think it'd be cool to hang in the park. Play in the rain... uh..." He blushed, thinking about how dumb his idea now sounded. Luna, however, laughed.

"That's great! Let me get out of these jeans though, k?" She ran into her closet, shutting the door behind her. Later she reappeared, donning loose shorts. "It'd cling less then the jeans." She explained. "Ok, ready to go?"He grinned.

"You sure your mom won't mind?"

"You know she would!" They laughed. "Technically I'm grounded. But she's sleeping like a bear in the wintertime so I really don't think she'd pose a threat." He offered her his hand, already half way out the window. She took it gently, taking one look back at her dark room, the game shut off, random articles of clothing scattered haphazardly about the room. A perfect messy teenage room. She smiled and turned her attention back to the storm, to the roaring thunder, to her best friend,and to freedom.

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Luna twirled and danced in the downpour, running at times then stooping low to look at her reflection before backing up and lunging onto a puddle. She laughed gleefully, enjoying her best friend's company. He too laughed and began a game of tag. They found the park, and, with a final victory cry, he pushed Luna down, tripping as he did. They both rolled, landing onto the soaked grass, laughing and feeling the earth beneath their bodies. He rolled off of her, laughing and blushing. A roar of thunder, a crackle of lightening. Luna smiled, she was loving this special time. The wind shifted. The last thing Luna heard was a crack of lightening, a smile still on his face as she sunk into darkness.

[Herfefiny]

Wow! This sounds like a great story Cheza-Chan! I really hope you write more! ^^

[violet]

woah, he or Luna didn't die did they?

This is a great story write more soon!

[Cheza-chan]

Chapter Two: A Home, A Dream, and a Stranger

Luna opened her eyes. Her pigtails shielded her face still damp from the rain. She sat up, the taste of blood in her mouth. A pain shot up her leg. Crying out, she clutched her leg, wincing. Her head felt swollen and a headache had found its way into her brain, aching and disrupting her thoughts. Where am I? Where's...

"Excuse me but... are you alright?"

"Huh?"

"Are you al-"

"No I heard you but-" It's- this... can't be happening! "This isn't real." The man stared back at her blankly.

"Not real? I'm sorry but, is something wrong?"

"Yeah something's wrong! Jesus, you're a frickin' Harvest Moon character!" He was a stout man, garbed in red from his shoes to his tall hat. "You're not real! And this-!" She gasped. Finally she realized where she had woken up. "I'm in the town square! This is where the festivals are!" She stood, all the pain dissolving away. "There's no way! This is so COOL!" She laughed,twirling around the quaint square.

"Ahem... err..." He fidgeted, watching her spin around. "It's nice to see you're doing fine. Are you moving here?" She stopped in her tracks, turning back to face this man she had known from many of the games.

"No... I uh..." Why not? I mean... this could be a dream. Yeah. A dream. And then why can't I have fun? I mean, you only live in Flower Bud Village once, right? "Uh... do you know where uh... Kansas is?" Ok, I know most people know where Kansas is but-

"No." He stared blankly at her.

"You- so you don't know? Illinois? Florida? California?"

"Huh?" Luna sank slowly to the ground, clutching her knees. It could still be a dream. Can't it?

"Uh... can you please um... pinch me?" I could pinch myself but that doesn't always work. I figure if he can touch me, it's real.

"What?" He laughed at this, then decided to ignore the question altogether. "So are you moving in? We have three very good spaces of land available and-"

"Yeah I'll take the town one."

"How did you-?" Then he registered her answer. His face lit up with glee, smiling widely, he replied, "Perfect! Well then, let me show you to your house!"

"Really..." she returned weakly, "I can find it myself. Just... give me the deed or whatever..."

"Well... ok." He helped her up, pointing the way to a place she could find even in her dreams.


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Two hours later, Luna sank onto the bed, eyes shining with the threat of tears. She wondered whether she'd get home, whether she'd see her family, whether- She pushed all thoughts from her mind, standing up. "OUCH! Hey!" She bent down, her bare foot stepping up in surprise. A Skittle. A Skittle sat on the floor, hard and round, purple and perfect. She picked it up, still frowning. -whether I'll ever see him again. She closed her eyes and fell back down onto the bed, confused and hurt, her fist wrapped tightly around the purple Skittle.
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As she opened the door, a knock resounded. She frowned, tugging open the door. Kurt stood before her, eyes cast downward, a blush written across his face.
"I miss you, Luna."

"Huh?"

"Please... Luna... I'm so sorry..."

"Kurt? What are you-?"

"It's all my fault." He whimpered, eyes still cast down. She simply stared at him, utterly confused. "Luna..."


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"WHOA!" She bolted upright, her heart thundering in her chest. "That definitely wasn't Kurt. Kurt doesn't go around saying things like that! Then again I never did get him to the eighth heart level..." She trailed off, remembering this wasn't her ordinary dream of Harvest Moon, this wasn't her bed, this wasn't her home. "Home." She sighed, swinging her feet off the bed. 6 sharp. "It's always six!" She groaned and trudged toward the door, realizing she had slept in her clothes yet hardly caring.
As she opened the door, a knock resounded. She frowned, tugging open the door.

"Kurt?" She cried, then blushed. "Oh... err..." About to apologize, she was interrupted.

"No! Ellen!" Ellen smiled cheerfully. "I was just wondering if you want this!" She shoved a dog towards her. It was small and pathetic looking. It whined and struggled against her firm grip.

"Yeah. Sure!" She smiled, not wanting to be rude. She took the dog gently.

"What'll you name it?"

"I-uh..." Oh crud... what'd I name the dog in my game? Uh... jeez I'm so bad at names... "Skruskru." Not exactly the best name I've made up on spot but it'll do.

"Skruskru." For a moment, Luna thought she'd burst out laughing. Of course, this wasn't Ellen's nature, and a moment later, she was smiling, already walking down the path. "See ya, Luna!" She called out, waving and laughing in the sharp morning sunlight.


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The dog lazed around the house, not moving. It simply stretched, rolled over, then fell back asleep. "Stupid dog. Why even bother?" She left for a second time, hoping no knocking would interrupt this exit.
She decided she'd visit Kurt. She didn't know what the dream meant but... she just needed to see him.

"Kurt?" She said, opening the door.

A dark figure stood at the counter, head bent down, apparently busy. "Kurt?" She said once more.

"Nope. Woody." The man stood up suddenly from his place. He smiled at this own little joke, seeing as he was covered in sawdust. Carrying a log, he came round to the front of the counter. "What can I do for ya?"

"Uh... hi. Is uh... is Kurt here?"

"Kurt? Oh... he's in the mines. You know? The-"

"Yes. I know. Thank you very much."

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" He called as she ran out the door.

Making her way over to the mines, she saw him.

Shaggy purple hair, dark eyes lowered to the ground, he was holding his hat, wiping sweat off his forehead. He turned slowly, catching her eyes on his. A cold chill swept through her and she cried out in pain, clutching her leg. When she looked back up, the door to a large house was closing and the dark figure was no where to be found.


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Diary, Day One
sh*t. I saw a frickin' stone fairy, tiny elves, and my leg kills every time I look into my rival's eyes. I can't wake up from this nightmare and I want to go home! Underlining these last words three times each, she slammed down her diary's cover and rolled over in bed, snapping her eyes shut and cursing under her breath. Stupid fairy. Maybe it was her that brought me here... I didn't even get to see Kurt today. I've decided I don't even really want to. I mean, he's so cold. And it was only a dream. He's just so- so... She sighed, turning over again. And I mean, just because I dream he knows something doesn't mean he does. She shifted. And I'm going poor. What if I die here? Would mom even know I was gone? I really miss- Skruskru barked loudly in his sleep, stretching and shuffling on the floor. She turned over again. Her leg ached gently as she thought of everything that happened. Where am I...?Oh god... I feel so alone.

[violet]

I don't remember her seeing the Harvest Goddes?

[Cheza-chan]

No she reviewed. When you first play the game you see the HG. So I just wrote that she saw it. I'd hate to recap on what the game already says lol

[melody]

It's really good so far! I really like it. More soon, please.

[Kikyou Saya Rin-Ren]

I like it!! I hope you write more soon!

[Cheza-chan]

Chapter Three: Confusion in the Lost

Luna spent some time to herself. She sat under a tree, staring up at the crystalline sky, then closing her eyes as a breeze caught the edge of her chin, lifting her head up toward the sunlight. She breathed deep the lukewarm air, feeling alive but in a strange way, like living through someone else. She opened her eyes and let out a yelp.

"Wha-! Ack! Geez..."

"Sorry if I scared you." The friendly face smiled, offering his hand.

"Ray. I thought you were at the lake?"

"What? Lake? How'd you know...?"

"Oh. I err... someone said they saw you there. You scared me!" At this he seemed to pause and consider the information he'd been given. Then a smile washed over his face, withdrawing his previously outstretched hand.

"I- sorry. I was just wondering if you fished." He said, still cheery. He was holding up a right decent fishing rod although it did seemed overly used and quite ancient, as though someone elderly had made it and passed it on through generations of over-excited fishermen.

"No. Not particularly..." Luna had never really liked guys with pony tails. She was warming up to him though and finally, she stood, brushing dirt and dust off the butt of her pants and finally said with a sigh, "...but I'll give it a try."

"Great! Fish are amazing. I mean, living isn't worth it if you can't do it fishing, right?" He chuckled and walked over to the river.

"Hey Ray-"

"Wait! You didn't tell me your name!"

"Oh. Right. Luna. So anyway-"

"Ok so you just cast like this-"

"Have you ever heard of Skittles?"

"Wha-? Like a Snapper? Skittles... is it bait?" Luna frowned and looked at her shoes, her hand stuffed into her pocket, fist wrapped around a purple Skittle.

"Never mind..." she mumbled.

"Now about casting off..."


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A few hours later, twilight settled upon the small town, mediocre in farming plots but making up for lack-there-of with gorgeous sites and kind people. Luna was sitting on the dock, fondly petting a dolphin.
"You'll never do it, you know." The hairs on Luna's neck stood up as she heard the low, threatening voice. "You'll never win." She didn't want to turn, afraid of her already aching leg hurting her further. But something had to make her look, she had to face him. Had to turn her head...

The moment she did she wished she hadn't. She cried out in pain, clutching her leg and wincing.

"You're weak." He laughed and stalked off the beach. She heard something like the word "pathetic" as he trudged through the sand, purple hair waving like a banner.

She pulled out her Skittle and let it slip between her fingers, letting it glide down to the ocean floor.


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It was midnight. Confusion of the day, lost between light and dark, created a kind of fusion of the opposites. The humans that were lurking about, usually so strong and in-tune with the bounty that they thought was theirs to behold, slunk off into the darkness. The real creatures of the night, sensing their lack of strength, climbed and writhed out from their dark fortitudes, howling and jittering in a language too quiet for mortal ears, too sinister for daytime, and in a language all their own.
It was this particular time that Luna lay on her back on the mountainside. She felt the world slip momentarily from beneath her as she faded in and out of reality. Am I ok? What's going on? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Who have I become? She felt so utterly alone. So lost and deprived of something that had been hers for so long. But what had been mine for so long? What was it...? A tear lapsed down her cheek and she shut her eyes to the world and to her thoughts.


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Dear Diary,
I've decided I'm getting a chicken. Yes, you should be proud of me. My very own squawking bird to call my own. I haven't got a clue what I'll call it. Probably just Cluck or Eggie or something stupid like that. I really have to practice my naming considering I'm a rancher now. Now. But what was I doing before? What did I do- drop out of the sky?... It's going to rain tomorrow. I think I'm a boring diary writer so I'm probably just going to go to sleep now. Actually, I hate writing in these things. Sucks to be you, diary. Goodnight.

Luna slapped the diary's covers together and with that, shoved it where the television stand met the wall. She glanced at the clock. 3:20 in the morning. She had trudged down the mountain, covered in dirt and aching all over from laying on rocks for an hour. After taking one final glance at the Rival's house, she had tugged open the door to her own house and walked inside.

Skruskru yipped quietly, dreaming about a stranger at the door.

[melody]

Very nice. I like it!

I hope there's another chapter soon.

[Cheza-chan]

Chapter Four: Stony Lonesome

"I love you so much."

"I miss you."

"Why?"

"Please...?"

Luna woke with a jolt, her leg paining at a dull ache now, mind filled with fantasies. Skruskru growled at her sudden awakening with annoyance before turning over (probably more exercise than he had wanted this entire day) and plopping back down, face once more placid. "Dumb mutt. I mean, dammit! Why can't I get one night's sleep in this frickin' town? sh*t!" She had just noticed the face staring back at her through the window. "What the hell?" She clutched the covers up tightly around her before she let out a frustrated cry, the realization that she had yet again slept in her clothes just dawning on her.

Making her way across the room, she thought she heard voices. They were, she figured, the shadow of a dream left behind.


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"Luna! How are you doing with the ranch? Look at this day!" Theodore said, gesturing with his hand. "It didn't even rain! Aren't we lucky?" Luna stared at the pudgy red-ball-of-mayor before forcing a smile.
"Grrrreat." She said sarcastically. She had been hoping it would rain actually. The day went by so slowly as it was; she didn't think she could handle another average day. Naturally, he didn't catch the obvious sarcastic undertone and a smile cracked onto his rubbery face.

"I'm glad to hear it! So, you have any animals yet? Meet any friendly folk that interest you?" All the while he was saying this, he was leaning around her, staring into her house. Annoyed, she shut the door a little.

"I was just about to buy a chicken." She offered.

"Oh great! So you have a coop?" Damn. Stupid goddamn coop! There's always a catch... and why can't I just have a frickin' wild bird? It can live in my house- Ok. A coop sounds great.

"Uh... no I was going to get that too."

"So you've got land?"

"Ok so I was lying about the chicken." A hell of a lot quicker way to say 'shut-up'. "Anyway, I've got to go, uh... buy something or farm so uh... yeah." She maneuvered around the stout man, wishing she had remembered to wear pajamas so she'd have had an excuse for just returning to her house for the rest of the day.


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Kurt was standing right there. Outside the mines. Looking in. He was right there. She was right behind him. She could've reached out and just tapped him on the shoulder. Could've said something- anything. Could've asked him. But now, looking back, Luna felt her dream meant nothing. She couldn't piece it to anything, couldn't think of what to say any more. So she slowly turned, taking a final glance over her shoulder, and stalked gloomily away, regretting that she hadn't just said 'hello'.
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The rest of the afternoon droned on slowly. She decided to trudge up to the mountain again, maybe to catch some stars or something. When she did get to the top (or at least as high as she could go without climbing up a ninety-degree angled slope), she sat in a rocky meadow overlooking a river. She hummed and closed her eyes, the ache that had been in her leg gone. She felt different, renewed somehow. That under glaze of disturbing loneliness had faded, if only for this moment in time, and she felt at peace. At peace. She shivered at that thought and forced herself to think of something else. Wasn't the goddess up here? She turned her head, craning her neck, and sure enough a large cavern could be seen far in the distance. She smiled and got up, jogging to it.
It was a while before she made it, stooping to collect a few flowers. She tucked one behind her ear and entered, feeling apprehensive about the entire situation.

"Luna..."

Her eyes struggled against the darkness until she finally made out three silhouettes. One blue, red, then yellow, all staring up sadly at a lone statue. The statue itself was wrought with sadness, nothing at all cheery or friendly about it. More hollow and distant. Luna gaped at it, feeling a great sense of reverence for no apparent reason at all.

"How do I help her?" Luna inquired, eyes still remaining locked onto the stony figure.

"Please?"

"How?"

"Please... just... please..."

"I can't if you won't tell me how!" Her frustration rising, she hadn't even stopped to listen to them. Really listen. She stormed out, taking one final glance at the statue. A statue that reminded her of herself. Completely different from everyone else, set apart in a world that wasn't her own. She threw herself down on the rocky field, absolute misery washing away her previous excitement. Absentmindedly, she pulled out the flower from behind her ear, letting a strand of hair fall free from her pigtails.

"He loves me...
He loves me not.
He loves me...
He loves me not."

Four petals.

Four simple petals off a thing of beauty and she was left holding a drooping green stalk.

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Thanks for the review guys! I'll make sure to post if you keep on reading

[Herfefiny]

Wow! Those were REALLY good chapters! It's just like the game! ^^
I can't wait for more! ;D

[Cheza-chan]

Chapter Five: The Carpenters and an Ancient Local

The pitter-patter of rain woke Luna up. She stretched and rubbed the soreness of a great night's sleep from her neck, dark eyes opening.

No dreams. No achy leg. Nothing... She stood up and out of her small bed and smiled, first checking the window to make sure no one was peeking in before pumping a fist into the air.Maybe I was meant to be here! Maybe, whatever I was living before, maybe that was a dream! Oh Skruskru, this is amazing! Look, look! My leg doesn't hurt! I'm not sad!" She let out a tinkling laugh as Skruskru made a 'muff' sound and turned over, clearly agitated. "Oh fine. But I'm doing something today." But what? It's raining. Why do I feel so at peace? Why does this give me such a happy feeling...? She shook the feeling from her, smiling and then taking a deep breath, thoughts of occurrences-to-come running through her mind. Maybe I'll see Kurt today, once and for all. At this she smiled, thinking of him. A warm feeling. It came from some intangible place. A sense of... of understanding. Or something like that. She ran toward the door, feeling absolutely giddy.


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Kurt was hunched over, measuring out a length of wood, then letting out a small, frustrated sound, rubbing the back of his head and attempting to measure again.
"Uh... Kurt?"

"Ah, sh*t!" He had cut an inch before his mark- wasting an entire piece of practice lumber. "I err- what?" He spun, his deep eyes glaring at her in, confusion? Frustration? "Sorry..." He mumbled. Joe came up to him.

"Aww man! I did that twice! You never screw up though, dude! Weird." It was then he noticed Luna. Beaming, he held out his hand. "Hey! You're the new girl in town! Awesome. How is it? Aren't things confusing? You can always fish if you get bored you know!" I think I've had enough fisherman for a lifetime. Luna mentally groaned but forced a simple grin.

"Uh... it's pretty cool-"

"Yeah! That's the spirit!" At that, Joe tugged a saw from his belt and, waving her a 'see ya!' walked happily away, whistling and marking his measurements haphazardly.

"Uh... sorry if I messed up your work..." Luna said quietly. She lowered her eyes to the floor, wondering why she had wanted so badly to talk to Kurt. He doesn't seem to be interested in talking to me. Not at all...

"No it's fine."

"Are you sure? I mean- you won't get in trou-"

"No. Really. It's fine." He had his back turned, sawing away at the already ruined board.


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While she was at the shop, she had bought a small patch of land and a coop. Luna left feeling as low as the dirt she walked on. She had no money left. Even though she had managed to buy both lumber and a coop, how could she afford a chicken? Great. I moved in just a few days ago and already I'm a hobo. Thank god I don't have to pay mortgage. She flopped down on the river's edge, throwing off her shoes and dipping her feet in the cool current.
"You know, the dirt may be low but it yields great things."

"What?"

"You just have to push away the rough exterior to find the loamy soil beneath; it's capable of rearing life." It was Terry. An old man long thought lost of his mind and money, he wandered the entire area that makes up Flower Bud Village.

"Well... I mean..." Luna was speechless. "Farming? Is that what would help?"

"Humph." He stalked away, an angry look planted on his face. What was he talking about? Dirt? She sat and stared absentmindedly at the stream, her feet splashing against the surface, submerging then coming out, dripping and cold, only to submerge themselves once more. Luna wanted to swim, to run, to fish, plant, water, weed, woo. She wanted to live. But was this life? Or were the shadows that were my dreams the embers of a life left behind? Once more dejected from her feigned reality, she warily made her way back home, pondering an unanswered question, filled with the false hope that it might one day be answered.

[Herfefiny]

Great job! Keep up the good work! ;D

[Cheza-chan]

Thanks!

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Chapter Six: The Darkening Sky

The winds changed, bringing upon a new scent, a new warmth. Summer lit through the air, drying and conditioning the world into one massive heat wave. Animals drooped under shaded groves, parched flowers hung low on their weakening stems. Rain clouds dried in the air and the wind finally died, leaving a musty stillness on the valley that was Flower Bud Village.

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Summer. It was Summer already and in Luna's mind, she had finally given up on the dream idea. She had forgotten her life previous to this, perhaps that life was just a dream to begin with. Maybe she had hit her head, maybe she had gotten amnesia... logic just couldn't explain what happened so she simply cast it from her mind, as easily as she had seen Ray do. Only Ray had pulled in a fish, something tangible. She was left empty-handed in every notion she had dreamed up.
Summer... Luna had bought a coop, a chicken. She named it Rook. It was noon when Luna made her way down to Rook, clucking in her lonesome, pecking feebly in the dirt for sustenance. She sat next to her, pulling the bird onto her lap. "Rook, I'm sorry you don't have a chick to take care of. I'm also sorry you have to stay outside on such a hot day. I wish I could afford food for you... if you'd just lay an egg-" She sighed, knowing it was useless. "Well, I guess I got to go find something else to bring home some bacon. Or chicken feed. Whatever. See ya, Rook." She set the famished little chicken down onto the ground where it sat staring out into the river, occasionally cocking its head at a moving fish.

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It was two days later when it happened. A tsunami hit. Luna ran outside her house, screaming and casting nervous looks about. "ROOK!" She cried in anguish. She had left the bird outside. Running against the wind, hair swept sideways across her face, she put her head down and shoved on, rain slapping against her face in heavy sheets.
"Luna!" Luna squinted against the dark rain, a figure making its way to her, struggling equally against the sharp winds. As the water bit against her face, she slowly trudged forward, fighting the winds with all her waning strength.

"Kurt?" Kurt stood next to her, arm on her back.Joe was on the other side, shouting something about going back. He disappeared into the darkening sky. Kurt however, remained stubbornly next to her, the only thing holding her up.

"I'll get your bird." He pushed her back toward the house, not roughly but not gently either, and, head bent, walked toward the dilapidated coop.

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Luna was sitting on her bed, staring out the window. She hummed nervously, rocking back and forth. Rain hit the window hard. Wind whistled outside. Where was he...? She frowned, glancing at the clock. He'd been out there for an hour. She took a deep breath. I'm too weak to go outside... I- but she knew she should. She had to. He's been gone too long.
She stood. She walked to the door. She pulled it open. Water hit her face, frigid, angry water. She took a step forward, into the murk.

It was then that he came, pushing her back, pulling the door shut after him, yielding a bird hanging limply in his arms.

..."It's gone." He offered over the chicken, his face expressionless.

"Rook..." Luna replied weakly, taking the bird into her arms, its broken body drenched with muddy water. "Oh Rook... it's all my fault." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Kurt- I..." Kurt turned, going toward the door. "No! Please- don't..." He hesitated, hand on the knob of the door. "It's too dangerous out there." Her voice was tight with the threat of tears. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she sunk onto the floor, the bird clutched tightly to her chest.

It was then that she let it out. She sat and cried, tears dropping onto the dirtied feathers. Kurt made a step toward her but backed off, indecisive.

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The storm continued all through the night. Kurt slept across the room on the floor. He tucked himself into a tight ball, back facing Luna. She had offered him her bed, offered to sleep on the floor. He hadn't even talked to her.
Luna went to bed at four, the occurrences of the day finally hitting her, wearing her down, and causing sleep to finally arrive. When she awoke, it was six o'clock.

And Kurt was no where to be seen.