Chapter 57

3 YEARS AFTER.

When I was younger, my grandmother would sit me on her left knee and we would stare up at the dark sky. She was the one who helped me develop my love for the moon and stars.

Back then, it was hard for me to see the stars; my eyes not being able to focus through the tears. Despite that, I remember wiping them away just so I could focus on something greater than myself. 

My grandmother would tell me this story about the moon that never failed to make me feel happy, understanding the power of promise. She used to say that it was as if the moon had promised the night sky that it would always return. She would tell me the moon would never leave the night and they would always meet again; nobody could tear them apart.