I’ve been out here for hours, attempting to will the world to do as I wish.  I’m praying to the white orb in the perfectly black and silent sky.  I’m standing in the middle of the road.  Slowly, silver crystalline flakes, reflecting the brilliant radiance of the full moon, begin to fall about me.

            Suddenly, I feel a hand upon my hip.  Is it him?  Did he finally realize that we were meant for each other?  The light touch and pressure I’m able to feel through the layers send shivers up my spine.  Then a rough, gravelly voice speaks behind me, whispering in my ear.

            “I understand how you feel, because I feel the same way about you.  I know I’m not him, but if you give me a chance I’ll love you better than he ever could.”
            
            Instantly, I know who is holding me so gently.  It is Lucius.  I’ve never felt comfortable around Lucius; he never says the right things and always manages to insult me.  I hardly mask the surprise I feel at having him so close to me, whispering passionately in my ear.  Does he realize it’s me?  Does he think I’m someone else?

            “I know I never say the rights things to you,” so at least he knows it too, “but I’ve been attempting to figure out my own feelings, as well as your’s and Colin’s.  That’s no excuse for the things I’ve said to you, I know.  However, after tonight I need to tell you: I love you and I don’t care what everyone, especially Colin, has to say about it.”

            Although I had been expecting something along these lines to happen tonight, it was not meant to be Lucius standing here, holding my heart in his hands.  Tonight was supposed to be about me and Colin.  We were to walk beneath the full moon as it bathed us in its mystic light.  All that is ruined.

            I should have known better; strange things occur on the full moon, and apparently tonight is no exception.  The strangest part is, though I want to believe he is being his obnoxious, rude self, something is stopping me, and I can’t.  Though Lucius has never said anything altogether kind to me, he has also never lied, and I can’t bring myself to think him capable of beginning now.

            Even stranger is, I realize I want it to be true.  For the past six months, I have spent my time complaining about this man to whoever would listen.  I finally realize that it was because I have been so desperate for his acceptance, his affection.  I have been hiding my love for Lucius under the guide of pure loathing, and I have managed to fool myself along with everyone else.  

            I turn to look into his eyes and I can see the truth burning beneath his brilliant green eyes: he loves me, and his love is pure.  The longer I stare the more I feel myself collapsing into the green world that lies beneath his eyelids.  Then as his arms embrace me and I feel his curly black hair clasped in my fingers, I realize I had been collapsing into Lucius, body and soul.

            I pull back to stare into those eyes one last time before I dive in.  I feel all those knots tie up my stomach just as they had done every time I looked at Lucius before this moment, except now I realize I’m twisted in desire and they begin to untie.

            “I love you” and then I leap.