Rosario's leaning back on her elbows, face tilted to the sky. There's a curving shadow just barely touching the Moon's western edge, like a small bite's been taken out of it. It's not red yet: the colour will come creeping in over the next hour as the Moon is fully engulfed by the Earth's shadow. Red wine and a red Moon. Little bit cheesy, but it feels right.
She pulls her eyes away when Lyra mentions the date. "Shit. Forreal?" Her stomach twists strangely, as it does whenever she remembers those months. Remembers what she doesn't remember, the texts and calls she never thought about making when Lyra failed to arrive on the date marked and double-underlined in her calendar, the panic she should've felt as February rolled into March, the Lyra-shaped hole she'd been staring directly into without ever seeing it.
It shouldn't be so easy to hit delete on a person's whole existence. Especially not a person who exists so brightly and so completely as Lyra. If things had gone down even a little different, Rosario could've gone through the entire rest of her life never noticing she was missing a limb, and that thought fucks with her bad. She can't even imagine how it must feel from the other side.
She looks over, seeing out Lyra's face among the shadows. "How you doing with it?"