*begin again.* --- 2 young adults stare at the moon. it is shattered in a tragic kind of beauty. they lay on a blanket on a grassy hill, listening to the nearby wildlife. one of them wears worn out ripped jeans with chains on the pockets, a cheesy hawaiian shirt, sneakers, and glasses. this one is called "vincent". 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. this one is "primrose", or commonly called "rose". a shooting star appears and vincent break their silence. "oh my god, look! a shooting star!" "i heard you're supposed to make a wish", vincent states. rose remains silent. a few seconds go by, befor- "i wish to live in this moment forever. with you." rose whispers, catching vincent off guard. he is surprised to hear them speak, and they continue to look at the stars, blissfully. it had been several days since their last conversation. "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. a curfew 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, rose and vincent continue home. walking down the street, multiple missing people posters are on telephone poles and occultist report hotlines litter the walls of stores and houses. 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. rose 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. rose turns off the kitchen light, checks to make sure the house is locked, and follows after. upstairs, vincent is already occupying the bathroom, loudly taking a shower. rose enters their own room to buy time until vincent gets out. inside rose's 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. rose 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. a beast appears in the corner of the room. again. it begins to whisper evil thoughts into rose's head. "they don't like you anymore. not after all of that," it gleefully rose attempts to ignore it, it knows it's working and continues the torment. "why would you think they would ever enjoy your presence. you're despicable and rotten, like your deadbeat pa-" it gets cut off by the sound of a notification. rose checks their phone and notices that someone has replied. opening the message, it's a dm from a friend named "st4rcr0ss3dlvrs" on the app. "hey, heard about what happened" "did you want to talk?," st4rcr0ss3dlvrs asks. "there is nothing to talk about," rose retorts. "listen, i don't want to bother you but i think you were in the right. it was fucked up what they did to you," st4rcr0ssdlvrs ripostes. "not tonight jordana" "i just want to rest." the beast left during the dialogue. the semblance of friendship scared it off. rose lays in their messy bed. tomorrow is another day. they close their eyes and slowly drift off into sleep.