In the quiet of the night, we find pieces of each other

I looked up at the sky. It’s beautiful. I want more of these moments to exist. But they won’t as long as this chaos is going around.

She spoke up. “Black and dark blue. Mixed together to form a beautiful dark sky filled with lots of stars. It says that those stars are the children of the sun and the moon.”

I snickered. “Don’t be silly. What are you? A child?~”

“It says…” She ignored my words and decided to continue. “That each time the sun and the moon kissed, they created a beautiful sunset and sunrise, reflecting how beautiful love truly is. The orange and yellow blend together, reflecting happiness and joy. Pink and peach reflect the warmth of love, while a hint of blue mirrors the sorrow of being apart. But the most important color in the sky is gold, the most visible hue, reflecting that they are made for each other. Gold is the timeless, heavy weight of their love. And all of these emotions, and the art they create together, form a real love that the sun and moon show us every day. When the night comes, they are separated. They create new colors- black and dark blue. These colors show depression and sorrow- for being apart at nights. But once in a while, a hint of purple appears in the sky, reflecting hope. A hope that they’ll reunite again.”

I went silent and watched her as she breathed. Her locks being blown my the wind. Showing her beautiful features.

I rested my arm on my knee. Spreading them to sit more comfortably, and waited for her to continue. Strangely enough I’m kinda interested in her little The moon and The sun myth. “Continue, what about the stars?”

She fell asleep. I picked her up and put her on a mattress in the tent so she wouldn’t freeze and layed on the mattress right after as well.

My eyes began to shut by themselves as I didn’t realize how fast I fell asleep.

Alisha’s POV:

I woke up in the morning because SOMEONE decided to ruin my sleep by snoring.

Once I got out of the tent I stretched my body because I felt numb. The tent is not meant for two people. I took a glance at my bandages. Guess I have to change them now.

I began to peek into his bag to see if I find any. Luckily I did. I sat on the dry ground and took my old bandages off. But before I could wrap a new one around my wounds I felt a hand grabbing my wrist.

“What are you doing, brainless girl?” It was Kennedy.

“New bandages…I need to change them.”

He scoffed. “And where is the rubbing alcohol? You like infections or something? Ask a Zombie if they would like yo share some with you” He sad sarcastically. Weirdo.

He put some rubbing alcohol on my wounds and I’m not going to lie. It hurts as hell. Next step he wrapped those fresh bandages around my wounds and hard. Is he trying to make a mummy out of me?

“There, well done” He muttered and put everything away.