Careless Moon

There was a click, a swoosh, and a resulting clang as a tall man with light complexion stepped outside his black and red striped '68 Camero. He walked, casually strolling as it appeared, towards a woman sleeping face down in the grass ahead of him. This black haired man, sharply dressed to the wrongfully right occasion stabbed the lightly dewed grass, careful not to touch the red paint the girl had spilled. He kneeled down and turned over the sleeping beauty, her gorgeous auburn hair outmatching the beauty of a waning sun. Scooping her up in his arms, the man parted the hair from her porcelain face gently, tucking it behind her ears. With diligent swiftness, he walked back to his shining car, as if he were holding an exquisite set of fine china. Propping her into the passenger seat of the Camero, he drove off without another sound towards their next destination.

The pair approached an elongated pier, but only the man stared out at the lonely pale moon, statute like a British soldier; no care given to the world around him, only towards the task assigned. The raven haired man once again, scooped the woman up, this time leaving the Camero's engine running. He held her as if he were carrying his own child off to bed. Slowly creeping up to the edge of the wooden pier, the man stood there for a minute, looking up to the moon who didn't care, like he was wanting it to give some care towards the two. Realizing the moon would give no answer, he outstretched his arms over the pier and let the burden leave him and into the crystal mirror.

Without a second glance, the man turned around and headed back towards the Camero. The closer he got to reaching his destination, the clearer his vision was able to make out a sole figure leaning against the car, sticking out entirely with their pale skin against the black paint. He continued to his car, seemingly ignoring the figure. Once he approached, the man opened his door, but took a very brief moment to acknowledge the figure's presence with words. 

"You need to learn how to clean up after yourself."

The figure chuckled lowly, and replied, "I'm sorry, Mother never did teach me proper dinner manners," smiling wickedly and licking his pearly white and elongated teeth.

To this the man's only reply was the sound of him shutting his car door and the Camero's enging running away from the careless moon.