She sits on the chair. The chair isn’t a marvelous thing. Wood and glue and nails all holding the pieces together. Keeping it stable.
Her hands sit delicately in her lap, her white gown cascading down her legs like a waterfall made of glowing moonlight. The shocking crimson ribbon holding her dark hair in place seems so odd with the colorless outfit.
The woman’s face remains emotionless. Her eyes a deep gray with a mix of some other color that no one can quite place. Slowly, she raises her hands, palms up to the expanse of the starry night sky above her head. She offers up her heart.
An entire soul, all the feelings and longing and emotions that come with. She offers it all. Her graceful figure is hopeful. But, the chair breaks.
The legs snap and she tumbles from it. In the sudden change in her disposition on the chair breaks her focus and she loses her heart. She is frantic. The once emotionless face crowded with worry and panic. Why the chair broke doesn’t matter to her at the moment, but she’ll come to find out that someone smashed the legs out from behind her.
Scrambling on her hands and knees, collecting bruises and scrapes, she searches for her heart. She runs face first into something. When she looks up, a man stands before her, his foot over her heart. He claims it is his now. She begs and cries on her knees for him to give it back, her white dress now corrupted with dirt and grass stains. He gets tired of listening to her sobs, so she steps on her heart and leaves.
The pain that racks her body is unbearable, and her heart is undoubtedly and certainly broken. Once it has subsided, she gets up and tries to put the pieces back together. Her tears fall down her face and onto the ground, watering the grass and shards of heart below her. She cannot fix it. Her wails echo as she cries out to the moon.
The man on the moon hears her, even if she cannot hear him. Hear how much he yearns to be with her. This beautiful woman that he’s been able to watch through her life. Watch her clumsily dance through ballrooms as a girl and grow into a graceful woman who could make heads turn as she waltzed. Oh, how he wished to dance with her. He promised as soon as he knew his love for her was true that as long as she was in his sight, he would protect her. Now as she sits in the glow of the moon, crying her eyes out to the heavens above, he knows he has broken his promise.
He must go to her. He looks around, searching for a way down. He walks to the end of the moon, and reach for a star. Then another. He repeats his process until he has a rope of brilliant stars bundled in his arms. He lets one end go, tying the other to the edge of the moon. As soon as he secures the rope, he scrambles down it as fast as possible. Halfway down, his hands slip and he falls.
She looks to the sky, her vision blurry, but she can faintly make out a shooting star. She wishes for her broken heart to be whole again.
The man in the moon comes crashing to the earth. He lands rather awkwardly but hurriedly stands and runs to find her. Then he sees her and stops in his track. She’s even more elegant up close. His heart hammers in his chest and he feels his face go red. He speaks and she looks to him. Her heavenly looks astound him and he feels his brain go blank as he searches for something to say. So instead he holds out his hand for her to take if she chooses to. Her expression of surprise and distrust worries him but he holds steady anyways. She hesitantly takes his hand.
His bright smile is so genuine that she can’t help but feel comfortable holding his hand. He pulls her to his feet and she stumbles into his chest. He grabs her waist to steady her and flushes red while he quickly apologizes. She can’t help but let a small smile creep onto her face. He’s ecstatic to see that stunning smile of her’s.
They engage in friendly conversation, standing in the field of grass together. Without either of them noticing, the shards of the broken heart begin to glow again. They pull themselves together until it is whole once again.
The man who no longer belongs to the moon asks if the woman would care to indulge him in a dance. She agrees and they spin and giggle and waltz their worries away under the protection of the night sky. Her dress slowly rids itself of the stains from the earth, and her smiles become larger and more frequent.
They kiss. Something so genuine and pure that both their hearts glow, neither of them broken anymore.
Their delightful love was meant to last, and they give their whole hearts to each other. She no longer needs to worry that it will be broken.
He holds her heart in his hands as gentle as he can. He is sure that he can keep his promise now. He will protect and love her heart to the moon and back.
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