It was so dark outside.

Alan wandered the forest aimlessly, peeking through tree leaves to find a glimpse of the one thing that could lead him home. He needed light... he needed the moon. Without it, he would never get back to the herd.

He continued walking forward, ears straining for any other sounds as he fumbled his way through the darkness, his fingers gracing the bark on trees as a sort of guide to where he was headed. He knew, hoped, he was going forward.. so surely-

He paused, turning his head to a brilliant white light he spotted in his peripheral vision. There you are, moon. He followed the light, a small smile on his face now he knew that the path he was taking was indeed a correct one. It had to be, the moon was guiding his way.

In the distance, Alan could see his home. Thanking the moon for its guidance he continued on his way, happy to finally be back to his fa-.. he stopped immediately, close to the edge of a cliff. This wasn't his home.

He turned, feeling a set of eyes on him. He spotted you.

You weren't the moon.

jump. Jump. JUMP. He felt so cold.

It was warm down there, he could feel it.

JUMP.

"It was nice meeting you, other moon.", he whispered, stepping back and allowing himself to fall off the cliff's edge.

......

you caught him.