Night of the New Moon

The night I fear most; the night of the new moon; the one night that renders me powerless in the face of others. My secrets I hide on the one night in the month, I change into something fragile. All my senses have changed. I can not feel, hear, smell, or taste as I do on moon light nights. One night in particular stands out, the quiet night my boyfriend found out about my secret. I was sitting there in my room, meditating, as I always did that night. I must have zoned out because he walked in to my room. He gasped as my hair had changed, as if I had dyed it a different color than normal, he had never seen this night, and its effects on me. He backed up towards the door, a panicked aura surrounding him. I turned my head over in his direction, and even with my blindness, I could feel the tension in the air. “Please, I am sorry I never told you about this time of month.” I stated. Hoping my words would convey into the quiet of the night, for he didn't say a word to me. “I keep it secret, due to the danger that could arise with this knowledge.” I said, not wanting to upset him anymore. I hear him shuffle in the background. Furthermore, I feel the burning sensation in the back of my eyes, as tears well up and fall down my face. “ I’m sorry, please stay. I can't be alone right now.” I told him, hoping that would bring him closer to me. Furthermore, I soon heard footsteps behind me and felt him snake his arms around me, pulling it towards him. The stress I feel comes alive as I cry harder. The best thing about the whole situation is that I shared something on this quiet New Moon Night, and my boyfriend learned more about me.