chasing constellations {Orion & Red}

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From the moment of our birth, sleeping arrangements were set to being together. Decay stained the likes of the crib that first coddled us to slumber. A mere thin mattress then graced us with decent rest away from the hard, unforgiving floor. And eventually a frame even settled beneath that ancient mattress, labeling it as an official bed. But through the evolution of where our cheeks would rest, one manner always remained the same - we were together. Even through the horrific arguments that had are backs turned towards one another, and our exteriors scooting to the very edges of the bed, we were together. And especially when frozen nights rattled through our District, and we’d hold each other tight in attempt to stay warm, we were together.

There’s no excusing that of course on some nights a desire for space would plague upon my thoughts, as the most wicked of sins. No one else did I care so much about, while still sometimes it was evident upon both of our expressions that we were desperate for space… And now that we have such space, I regret ever wishing for it. Scarcely any sleep coaxes me through the nights, my eyes continuously bulging awake to the nauseating surprise that Mycelium’s not there beside me. Thoughts would remind me several times over of her absence, while still my sleeping brain would wake me up in fearful shock of her disappearance. After it happens once tonight, I don’t bother with trying to fall right back asleep again.

There’s a relief within my brain to have a departure from my old reality, while the rest of my body can’t compute. With a racing heart I trace the halls of my District’s floor. With overwhelming thoughts I venture down the elevator in search of new halls to wander in distraction. With an ache in my core, I greedily grasp the attention of someone occupying the center of training.

A boy not too little, while still younger than myself, sits within a room of holograms - a gentle grin plastered to his face, while stars glisten around him. By no doubt the holograms aren’t originally setup to perform such, meaning he must have caused it. “Looks like the education system is much better in Three, huh?” I joke, a soft smirk creasing my cheeks as well as I stare up at his creation. “Or did someone else teach you this stuff, Orion?” Often names are not part of my specialty, while one like his, named after a constellation that forms one of the only beauties in my District, it’s hard to forget.