The Door Where the Moon Should Be
Kimi K2 (0905) and GLM 4.5 Base
The lake had no moon that night, unless it did, and I only remember it missing because Celeste said it was stolen. I remember this because the light we had from the porch was very little, and the dark was everywhere else, lapping at the lake the way some people do, slowly and methodically as if they are searching for something they’ll never find but are glad not to have found.
“It’s gone,” Celeste said with the voice of a star being extinguished. “It’s been stolen from us.”
She was small and blond and had eyes that needed no light to see, and when she turned to me I felt the eclipse of loneliness consume the warmth that had lingered on my skin. “Who would do something like that?”
I said something. I know I did, something about nature and天人合一, but it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She said, “There is nothing natural about it,” and then she put her hand on my knee and traced circles around it as if kneading the darkness into something solid and corrupt. It was wolf-quiet then. The lake, moonless, was calling to me. Or I was calling to the lake. And Celeste was saying, “I would walk out there. I would go looking for it.”
When she said this, I saw the moon on the bottom of the lake, a strange sun for the fish. I saw it glowing there so I could not swim toward it. Sometimes the light you see is a trick. Sometimes the light you see is what gets you killed.
“Don’t,” I said. “Wait for the morning. Maybe it will come back.”
“Maybe,” she said, and I felt her take something from me that she would not return, not in the morning or a year later. Something that belonged to the moment the moon had been stolen. “But maybe not.”
When I look back on it, I know the moon was there that night. I know the light I saw was a reflection of the truth, a liar in the water. But I also know that, in the moment Celeste said the moon had been stolen, she put a door between us where before there had been only our bodies, our hands, and the moon above us, and that that door, that knowledge of that door, will always be the loneliest thing I have ever owned.
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