" ... Must be the full moon ... "
The words echoed in her head as the single tear ran down her cheek.
" ... Are we done? "
" No. "
" No? "
" This dance. "
His face. An angel with broken wings. Martyr.

Full moon again. This time accompanied with the sound of rail tracks.
" Nikita, are you there? "
The urge to type "YES", but instead ..., oh girl, try to forget!

And then, the full moon. Again. Shining through a small, round window of a fishing boat.
The smell of his skin. Tangled with the smell of hers.
Fear, but still ... completion.

She was sitting in her bed, trying to figure out what the hell was this all about. Flashes of memory. Why did she suddenly feel like this? She suddenly FELT!
Was this what they wanted to erase from her mind?! Yes.
But she REMEMBERED! She suddenly remembered how good it felt loving him. Painful. Still, she remembered that it felt good.

Dawn. Cup of tea. Fresh morning breeze. And in her bed ...
" Feels strange. We're really together now. "
" If we wanna be. "
" Well, ... I wanna be. "
" So do I. "

YES, I WANNA BE ... AGAIN!
She looked at the full moon.
Small smile.
What is it with me and the full moon, anyway?

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