I Got A Story To Tell Volume 5, Part Zero[2/3]: The Moon and The Sun.
He lied.
He lied.
He lied.
He lied.
He lied.
He lied.
He lied.
He lied.
He lied..
"Things ain't going well at all with Lune, Iza?"
Says an exhibitionist Vee as she tickles her own nipples.
"They lie, Vee. I've had enough.."
Replies a tired and crying Izabel.
Exhausted, Izabel looks at the far horizon.
And states:
"We've been together for a week now. And I've lived memories with you guys that I won't ever forget. But how do I trust people that don't trust me back?"
Vee twitches.
"Lune is someone that I respect as he was here for us. We vowed and--"
But a more serious Vee interrupts Izabel.
This time, Vee seems more angered than Izabel.
"If you're planning on breaking the vow, then, you'd better piss off from my sight right now."
Izabel, fake smile, tries to explain her motive.
But Vee doesn't want to any of her bullshit.
"I'm Farah for you, little woman. Don't you dare say that I'm one of your crew. I don't remember playing in the league of crying rich kids.."
Izabel, stops crying but her nose keeps running, faces a harsh reality.
She was acting until like a spoiled kid.
Verin, Farah, Lune.
Everyone of them lost someone they held dear to their heart.
Some died in a horrible way.
Some died as heroes.
Some died peacefully.
Nonetheless, they all lost everything they had.
Which is why they reunited at some point through some mystic spells.
And Lune was there to guide them.
A week.
That was the accounted days for them being as a crew.
"She apologizes for treating you like she did. Farah can be sensitive when it comes to liberty. You should have seen it coming, instead, you ignored your way out and plunged yourself into nothingness gaze."
Verin?
"The king talking to the mutt. What do you want Verin?"
To which Verin responds:
"A crew."
He watches as I sit in an agony of sadness.
"He is the one, Verin! He is the initiator."
But Verin does not care about such trivial matters.
Verin caring only for Farah, does not understand Izabel at all.
But he responds like he always understood Izabel.
"I know."
Izabel sensitive to the lung, hard breathes as Verin delivers a speech of sincereness.
And afterall, they were kids.
They just met each other.
And to find out that they had deep links to their pasts.
I guess fantasy is not just a memory.
Because it already feels like the crew is on the verge of disbanding.