Blue Moon: A Short Story

Blue Moon

An Original Short Story

By Nicole Kuznetsov

I never really knew why I kept following her around.

I just did.

From the moment she moved in next door, I couldn’t stop going after her. It wasn’t out of love, no… I guess you could say it was out of curiosity. I just wanted to know… what she was like. What kind of person was she? Did we share any common interests? I had so many questions. So, day after day I’d meet her at our bus stop and we’d talk. And talk, and talk, and talk. Before I knew it we were friends. Best friends, even. I guess my questions about her were answered. And I was happy. So happy. And so was she.

I remember we were walking home one night. That one fateful night… I remember how bright the moon was, and how it made her silky blonde hair shine like gold. I remember how, just as we were about to cross Main Street, she saw a mysterious light. I remember we stopped to look up, and we saw that the moon was glowing blue. Only it wasn’t the moon. It just sort of looked like it. It was rugged and bumpy like the moon, but it was blue. “Would you look at that,” I remember her saying. “An actual blue moon? No way!” I remember the way she smiled at me. The way her sapphire blue eyes shined from delight.

I wish I could see her like that again.

I wish I could see her smile again.

I remember the light of the blue moon directing itself onto her. I remember when her smile faded away. I remember when it was replaced with a frown, and her eyes started to unleash an entire ocean. I stood there, watching, not knowing what to do. “Get out!” I finally yelled to her. “Get out of the light!” But she didn’t move. Rather, she couldn’t. She tried to move, but it was as if the light wasn’t letting her. I slowly brought my hand towards her. I thought I could get her out. “Stop it!” she sobbed. “You don’t want to come in, or it’ll happen to you too.” I remember stumbling back, a look of surprise on my face. She had told me to stop. Was I going to betray her words? After all the time we had spent together? After all the moments we had shared? I wanted to save her, and she wanted to save me. Tears started rolling down my face.

“You’re in pain!” I yelled to her.

She looked up at me with a cross expression. “But you’re not. And I don’t want you to be. I need you to go.”

I was frustrated. I was angry. I stood there for a minute, looking at her crying. Eventually, I realized that I had to go. I took one last look at her, and when I turned my head and was about to walk away, my heart felt like it had been shattered into a million tiny little pieces. And no matter how hard I tried to put those pieces back in their rightful places, I would never be able to. My heart would never be the same.

It would be jumbled and lost, just like it is now.

I couldn’t sleep well that night. I had nightmares about her. I’d be in an ocean, and where the Sun would be, I’d see her crying, her tears pouring into the water. The next day the police found her on that same street. All of the emotion was sucked right from her face. From that day on, she never smiled. She never laughed. She never was happy. And she never talked. She only looked at everyone with a stern expression. And whenever she saw me, she’d cry. That was the only emotion she showed. Sadness.

It’s been twenty years since that day. I still think about her. I still think about that day. I still wish I could’ve done something. But I’ve come to realize that that was a situation which I could not control…