## note: this is not finished at all. i understand that this is very clearly disjointed and requires more flesh. i simply need to get something out every friday. this will be finished next. --- *cyclical as all things must be. will this be any different? will they change?* --- 2 young adults stare at the moon. it is shattered in an almost beautiful way, despite it being so grim in reality. they lay on a blanket on a grassy hill, listening to the nearby wildlife. a shooting star appears and they break their silence. one of them wears worn out ripped jeans with chains on the pockets, a cheesy hawaiian shirt, sneakers, and glasses. the other wears a black and white checkered skirt, a green and black plaid shirt, and what looks to be skateboarding shoes. bandages cover their body, but deep cuts still appear visible. "oh my god, look! a shooting star!", the hawaiian shirt wearing vincent exclaims. "i heard you're supposed to make a wish", vincent continues. "...". the other person remains silent. a few seconds go by, befor- "i wish to live in this moment forever. with you." jules, the other person whispers, catching vincent off guard. he is surprised to hear them speak, and they continue to look at the stars, blissfully. "i wonder if we'll ever get to visit the moon, even in it's broken state." vincent wonders. a few more minutes pass and they decide it is time to go home. they pack up and begin walking towards the town. the town is considerably more silent now. acurfew is in effect. walking past the old unused lighthouse that vincent's uncle owns, the two of them notice the bar is still open. peering inside, they see the town drunks and a poor bartender that wants to go home. deciding that it is not worth messing with them for once, jules and vincent continue home. walking by, they arrive home after walking a few blocks. the house is visibly worn down, but not to the point of looking abandoned. no car sits in the driveway which indicates that vincent's father is still at the police station. jules picks up a key from under a rock while vincent watches with a hand full of blankets and they enter the home. the house is dark, with only the dim kitchen light on. vincent places the blankets on the couch nearby, as it's a problem to deal with tomorrow. he immediately goes upstairs to go to bed. jules turns off the kitchen light, cleans up after vincent, and follows after. upstairs, vincent is already occupying the bathroom, loudly taking a shower. jules enters their own room to buy time until vincent gets out. inside jules' room, it is a mess of random shit everywhere. a singular look into their room would tell you that this person has some serious issues with hygiene and cleanliness. or an extreme case of depression. on the far wall, there is a bed that looks like it's never been made, just tossed together to vaguely resemble a made bed. a nonbinary flag covers a large swath of the wall above it, and to the right, a desk sits at the foot of the bed. to the right of that, a guitar and piano sit idly, catching dust. a giant wardrobe of clothes and other things sits on the wall opposite of the desk. jules sits at their desk and turns their computer on. after waiting a few minutes, they open up the messenger app they use to talk to online friends about video games. 0 messages await them. they type a little in the general chat to an empty void, then turn off the computer. they scroll on their phone for an indeterminate amount of time, and then pass out.