Summary
New Year's Eve is a time of celebration, shedding the old and embracing the new. He doesn't think he'll ever not feel this weight.(A present for WhiteFenix)
Note
For WhiteFenix and the prompt: "Sad angst", which *in best Obi-Wan Kenobi voice*, is my specialty. ;)Hope you like it, and Happy New Year!
Epilogue
April 30, 2025 at 06:21 AM
He's dreaming of her.
"I'm sorry." She says, her hand on his face.
"Why're you apologizing?" He asks her, skin warm.
She kisses near his ear. "You'll see. Just...forgive me."
"...Okay." He replies, worried.
"I'll be back. Just remember, we always have the moon, James."
He wakes up in a start, one of those dreams that feel to real to have been an imagining.
There's a telescope he keeps in his room now, something he hasn't told a damn soul and never will.
"Yeah." He says, to nothing at all. "We'll always have the moon, talia." He faces toward the moonlight, his heart moving with the newfound weight he'll never get used to.