An Arrow to the Moon

From up here she would do the most extraordinary thing she was capable of: She would love.

A friend had said to her once that it wasn’t worth expending such emotional energy, that it was like drinking poison and hoping someone else would die.

There was a restlessness between her ribs, itching and pulling at her heart. A feeling that she was meant to do much more. She and Roxy had gone to see Dead Poets Society a couple years ago, and afterward that quote from Robin Williams’s character had echoed endlessly in Luna’s head: “Make your lives extraordinary.

Home was not a place for relaxing. It was a caution zone.

The surface gleamed like hard candy that would dissolve on the tongue. What was that silvery garden scent, so faint and tantalizing? She held the stone up to the moonlight, and then brightness exploded around her.

They traced each other's veins and kissed until their lips were swollen, until they thirsted from something unknown.

Her face was so earnest, so sweet. When she shined her light on him, he felt safe and protected. He felt loved.