Moon Blossoms (IceEng)

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Day 1

I lay next to you in the grass, and together, we look up at the cherry blossoms. They’re white, and you tell me it looks like there’s popcorn on the tree! I agree as we stare up. I see the moon, and upon my offer, we agree to call them moon blossoms. Just our little name; our little in-joke and sweet term.

We could call each other our own moon blossom if we like, couldn’t we? No one would understand except the two of us, and I think that would be great.

You tell me that it’s getting late and that you need to take your dog on a walk before he messes up the house, so we kiss goodbye. And then I smile.

Day 2

Our brothers tease us about loving one another, but what do we care? We have love; we are love. We are all that the other needs.

I watch you stare up at the starry sky like it’s the most beautiful thing that you’ve ever seen in your sixteen years, so I stare up with you. And sure enough, it is. I hold you close and kiss you as the light of the full moon showers down onto us.

You tell me you love me, and I become an echo.

Day 3

You’re gone, but your brothers tell me where to look.

I didn’t know you had a terminal illness. Why must you lie to me? You said we would be together forever! Not “for a while”, not “until I’m dead”, but forever!! You lied to me, you bastard!!

I hate you.

I love you.

Day 4

I’m sorry for being an asshole yesterday. Can you forgive me? I’m watching your pulse so you don’t have to.

18.

You’re the only one I ever loved.

15.

My darling, forever and always.

11.

I sure hope that love truly is eternal.

6.

Please don’t leave me, darling. I’ll miss you too much.

2.

Here. A moon blossom branch that I brought just for you.

I see you holding it close, sweetheart.

0.

Day 5

I come to the moon blossom field alone this night. Of course, I sit next to your tombstone, that I made sure they put in the grove. It was your favourite place to be, after all. You ought to be there in the afterlife.

I stay for hours, talking to you about meaningless things that I can’t just because of how meaningless they were. And after those hours, I place a moon blossom branch on your grave and sprinkle it with fallen petals, noting the three words on the top of the slab:

Rest in peace