Friday night came.
Stephen looked at the moon from their dormitory window. Its pale white light and lonely visage stared back at him from the night sky.
"Tomorrow," Stephen said as if he was having a conversation with the moon. "Everything will start and end when morning comes."
Ethan was already asleep and dreaming a dreamless sleep. After he had a talk with Claire in the garden, he found his peace. No longer burdened by the answer he would give Ciel when morning came, the boy slumbered without any worries.
Stephen, on the other hand, didn't share his peace. Although he wanted to sleep, his anxiety and excitement prevented him from doing so. Infinite possibilities laid before him, and he was looking forward to tomorrow with anticipation and fear.
Anticipation because of the infinite potential that laid before him. As for fear? It was the fear of the unknown. A very "human" feeling and very normal for a fourteen year old boy.
