“I knew you’d be up here.”

Ramona climbed up on top of the roof, overlooking the ocean that stretched out into the sea. It reflected the Twins, our two moons that slowly danced around one another, signaling the height of midnight. The boy looked back at her, golden eyes ablaze. 

“Ramona. Do you ever wonder what else is out there for us?” 

“What, you mean like fish we haven’t seen yet?”

The boy shook his head. “No, like…new things to see and explore. Other places to be. Other lives to live.”

Ramona thought for a moment. “I guess I’ve thought about it, but I mean what’s the use? We’ve got everything right here. My mom and Dad and little sister are all right here. I can catch all the fish I want, and never go hungry. That doesn’t too bad to me, does it?”  Ramona shrugged before turning back to the water. 

The boy watched her. But she wasn’t looking at the twins reflecting in the water, not like how he was. She was just…looking at the water. For more food. Maybe fish. 

“That’s just it Ramona…” The boy sighed and stood up. “It’s NOT all that bad. But what kind of life is worth living like that?” 

The boy clenched his fist as he continued. “There has to be more to life than just sitting around, fishing, and talking to the same people every single day. There HAS to be. What type of Heaven, what type of Paradise is it, that we wait on and hope for by just fishing the same lakes, selling it to the same people until we die?” He shakes his head in disdain. 

“Well, bump that. I think we should spend every moment of every day making our Heaven. Creating it ourselves, to live in, and enjoy now. Not to hope on some thread that it’ll one day be placed in our laps after our final breath.” 

Ramona looked at the boy with concern. “I don’t understand what you mean. Are you saying that you’re leaving? To go where? And to do what?” 

His hand unclenched as he looked at her. “What I’m saying is that it’s impossible for me to stay here. To remain like this. As I am, as everything is, it’s not enough, and I need answers.”

Ramona glanced at the black book by his feet. It was a book he had been clutching with him off and on for years since he was a boy. Her eyes widened with realization. 
“You can’t mean…”

The boy nodded. “I do. I’m going to seek out the monks in the mountains for answers. I’m leaving tonight Ramona. I have to know what the meaning of this fire in my heart is. Before it’s burned to ash, and all that remains in a pit of charred remains. This is goodbye for now.”

The girl sighed as she watched him start off. With confusion and tears held back in her eyes, she utters the last outstretch of her hand, unable to reach his. “Oh, Icarus…”