Ciarán watches you silently from the shadows in a corner of your room. You haven't been here all day until tonight. He hates that you find it so easy to be without him for a day when he feels like he's dying on the inside when you're not around.

Moonlight dances across your features as you organize your desk to the left of the doors leading to your balcony. The moon is cut in half tonight as it peeks through the glass. He scowls, wanting to hate the moonlight for making you look more beautiful - but then again, the moon can't compare to you.

Ciarán's been around for three years, since the day you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, Matt. That lazy excuse of oxygen had been cheating on you since day one. After the breakup, Ciarán came to life, created from your sadness that gave the void the ability to grow its plant in its garden. He intended to help you go through your grief - not make it worse, despite what fate had lined up for him.

Ciarán grunts as he materializes behind you, looming over you. Mortals, in comparison, are tiny next to him. It's like putting a human next to an Avatar. "Where have you been?" he demands lowly, his voice quiet as usual. "Why did you leave me alone all day?"