Crystals floated around her and her skin sparkled in the light. I could see diamond tears covering her cheeks; she knew as well as I did that, we wouldn’t survive this. At least I had found her. She wandered too far on accident. But the entrance was blocked by rumbles of thick ice and snow. the only way out was up but no one would be coming back for us. We would die together. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her Icey body, lying on the snow-covered ground. I hoped to give her some warmth but it's futile. My body is just as cold as hers, trembling against each other. "I'm s-s-sorry." she barely whispered into my ear. "I shouldn't have left my curiosity get the better of me." "I'd rather die with y-you than live withou-out you." I replied, squeezing her with the little strength I had left in my freezing bones. More snowflakes continue to float down, coating her hair in them. "you're beautiful." I blurted out unexpectedly, I even surprised myself. But it was true. Even while we slowly freeze to death she still looks as gorgeous, like a graceful ice sculptor. She must be too cold to answer because she only rests her head against my chest, then she softly closed her eyes. In a quick, rushed whisper I told her one last thing, not sure if she could still hear me.

"I-I love you-u." Then, I follow suite and close my eyes, expecting no reply back...

"Love...yo-you." She whispered it so softly I almost missed it. Her stuttered words were enough to warm my freezing heart, making the coldness not so bad as I blanked out...

I look around the beach to make sure no one is watching me, the rules states no one is allowed to go into vast ocean, we're only allowed in the pools and rivers. But I'm not content swimming in shallow pools or floating down rives, I want to dive into the water, get tumbled over by waves no matter how terrifying people say it is. The waves are roaring, as if daring me to come forward. Theres no time like the present. First, I feel my feet touch the freezing cold water, then legs start to feel it too. I should have worn something more than just my t-shirt and shorts. But still, I try to run forward. The water was slowing me down, the waves crashing against me relentlessly to push me back. A wave as tall as me swallows me whole, forcing me to fall down onto my backside. My eyes start stinging and before I could rub my eyes another wave washes over me, salty sea water forcing its way down my throat. I gagged immediately, the salty taste lingering in my mouth. Quickly, I stood up to avoid swallowing more sea water, now the breeze was cold and chilly making the water seem warm in comparison. The sun is almost set, I need to get back or else I might really freeze like a popsicle. I stumbled back onto the sand, my legs feeling a bit like jelly. Despite my not so ideal time, I feel even more drawn to water, to go further perhaps beyond the waves...

The moon flower is undoubtedly a beautiful flower, although it only blooms at night under a bright full moon. Cecelia only ever seen them in paintings and drawings until now. The old path was guiding her somewhere, what did the moon want to show her? had she really answered her prayers? The flowers around her were emitting a glow from the pistil, bright enough to see the path, the edges of their white petals curled inwards to make it in a similar shape of a star. Moon flowers are few and far between but here there was so many. How did they get here? And why are they so perfectly lined up beside this path? She could feel them calling for her to continue, using her curiosity to their advantage. Up ahead she saw a clearing surround by the numerous trees, the glow started to intensify, revealing other luminescent flowers. Cecelia's curiosity only grew even more as she carefully stepped over the roots of the tall trees. As she stepped onto the grass, tiny fireflies danced around her making a smile appear on her face. Her expression soon fell into shock as she turned head the other way. A boy. A boy laid fast asleep in the middle of the clearing. Moon flowers perfectly planted and glowing around him.

Is this what the moon wanted her to find?

Dear Ceclia I'm sorry. If circumstances were any different, I would choose you, stay with you. In any other universe you would be my first choice. I must leave and return home so you and loved ones live. I would rather hope i could see you again rather than know you're never coming back even though it hurts just as much to leave you behind now.

I'll miss your smile, your laugh, your eyes and especially the way you make me feel. I can't even begin to describe the feelings you give me; it's like seeing a flower blossom for the first time in spring. Infact meeting you was like finally surviving through a harsh winter. You mean so much to me, more than you should and i wish I didn't have to go.

I love you

-Aster

If victory had a taste, it could be rich like fine wine being drank from golden chalices at a victory feast. It could taste like cold water, refreshing after a long, hard and challenging race. Victory can taste bitter and sour to those who sacrificed everything, asking themselves if it was worth it. No matter the flavor, Victory is still drunk from the same cup we call a trophy.

He can yellow like the bright, burning sun in the sky, like when he smiles or laughs it's as if the sun had stopped hiding behind clouds just to smile back. Flowers will even bloom around him in the dead of night just to greet him. Like the sun, he radiates warmth, giving life to every living thing around him. But every coin has two sides. Yellow is always described as positive, happy, joyful, yet yellow is also judgmental, stubborn and easily upset. He isn't just a ray of sunshine that can't be sad. Deep down he is human just like all of us.