The summer moon shines down on the silent countryside. Its luminous face a hole in the darkness. Its light sucked into the black. Its cold, vacuous stare unmoved by the passion play unfolding beneath its gaze.

"I should be with Gabriel, tonight of all nights," she whispered.

"You know what we decided on was for the best," he answered softly.

She can feel his sincerity. This was not the first time they talked underneath the satellite's presence. But this time, it gazes down benignly upon the two forbidden lovers, aware of their pain.

"Are we doing the right thing? Giving up our lives for this war?" she asked.

"This is not a war, Mariella. This is the wickedness of humanity, a one-sided battle where there's nothing left for us to do."

"I just get tired sometimes, Danyael. Tired of holding everybody up. Tired of constantly being there for everyone."

"Including me?"

"Except you, my love."

Silence embraced the night as they made a version of their own. Mariella started to cry, her face buried deep into Danyael's chest.

"I love you Mariella. I still do..."

Kring! 

The annoying sound of the alarm clock woke up every single square inch of her lost consciousness.

It was only five in the morning. Blue stared out the window. Alone with her thoughts.

She wondered if her dreams were truly fragments of another person's memories. And if indeed they are, if they had any bearing at all on the person she is now.

But the answers eluded her.