Seeing the Same Moon

Seeing the Same Moon

She stares out at the moon and she knows that somewhere, somehow, he is seeing the same thing. The thought disgusts her a bit- she hates him with a passion. and yet- there is something else, alongside the hate, running next to the hate. Some other sort of passion, a forbidden one, one that haunts her. She banishes that thought, and all that is left is the hatred. She wonders, though, what life would be like without the hatred, without the fear, and without the passion. What life would be like without him. not life with him as something other than a hated enemy, that would be unthinkable. Just life if she never knew him, never met him, if he didn't exist...

In the dungeons there is no light, no moon. Because of that he journeys each night, journeys up to where he can see the moon. The moon usually comforts him but now it just makes him think of her, think that somewhere, somehow, she is seeing the same thing, the same moon. He thinks of her, then she is almost immediately banished from his mind, like so many thoughts already banished before her. But for a fleeting second, before the thought of her is banished, he wonders what his life, his world would be like without her. He hates her, just as mush as she hates him, probably more. Hating her is in his blood and has been for generations. Well, he amends, not hating her, but her kind. She is different from him, inferior, and so he hates her. And yet, he still wonders. Wonders what life without her would be like. Without her to mock him and beat him in classes. Without her to taunt incessantly. He hates her, and yet she seems to be the only constant in his life. Her and the moon. Some will come, some will go, especially with the ongoing war, but he feels as if she will always be there, always mocking him, always beating him, always someone to taunt. And as he tries to imagine life without her, he finds he just can't. and that's when he realizes, there is something more than passionate hate between them, something deeper but no less passionate. Something hidden...

...forbidden, she thinks, that's what he is. Something forbidden, not wanted, but not...

...unwanted, that's what he is, by all but the Dark Lord and his followers and even then he is just a...

...pawn, everyone is a pawn in this war. Her friends are pawns, she is a pawn, in this war that must happen. This...

...war. War is an interesting thing, he muses. It takes away those one loves, but it also makes one realize that there may be something...

...different. There is something different about him now. The hatred is more extreme. Well, she supposes hers is too. After all, isn't that what war is all about? The hatred, always the...

...hatred. That is what he feels for her, the hatred, and nothing more. He suddenly realizes that minutes have passed, and still he thinks of nothing but her. Ironic, he thinks, that his banishment of her from his mind has only brought the thought of her...

...closer. The moon is closer. The moon seems red tonight as well. She wonders if it is a figment of her imagination or if the moon really is...

...different. His feelings towards her are different. There is no less hatred, there is most likely more. But it is definitely different.

They both stand there. From opposite cultures, opposite families, opposite sides on this war. On opposite sides of the castle, the two enemies stand, hating each other, both seeing the same moon.