Waxing Moon

Prompt: and I am sick of time

Logan stared up at the night sky and sighed. The moon was nearly full. In just a few more nights, it would be bright and round among the scattered stars.

“All right, Remy?”

He glanced over his shoulder and saw Cyrus bounce into the room. A faint smile touched his lips. He was lucky to have Cyrus in his life. Not many people would have stuck by him after what happened.

Sighing, Logan shrugged. “Moon’s near full,” he said, looking back up at the waxing gibbous that hung in the sky. “I wish… I could just freeze things the way they are now.”

“It’ll be all right, Remy,” Cyrus said, taking his hand and looping it around his waist. He rested his head on Logan’s chest. “We’ll be all right.”

There, in that moment, Logan let himself believe Cyrus. It might not be true, but it made him feel better and that was all he cared about.

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