Emberwood The Shining Of The Moon

She wanted it to be him, for some reason her little heart was truly hoping it was him. They had never even seen each other's faces, let alone exchanged names but with just his voice he had made himself memorable for the shy Lockhart.

As she continued to sit and wait, her heart thumped loudly against her chest. Then the silence was broken again. Her heart felt now like a delfated balloon. 
The way he responded was all the confirmation she needed, it was not him.

"ah i see,
like the moon who shifts into diferrent dresses,
phases,
he's gone,
but now you're here"

That it was not exactly him didn't mean it wasn't another like him - or another like herself.
A solitary singer or a lover of skies.

"where are you?
i only feel the cold wind near"
she crooned, an indirect invite to come out of hiding.