Cognitive Dissonance

This is my cognitive dissonance assignmment, I'm sorry it's so late. I started writing a fairly short story about a naive man named Faolan, who is living in an extremely fairytale-like world. The idea I used for Faolan's character was that he wanted something extremely badly, but he couldn't have it. For example, he is in love with a girl who tells him that she will return his feelings only if he does something impossible, like catching the moon, for her. Rather than realising that this means she doesn't love him, like anybody else might, he begins to lie to himself, pretending to himself that she really does love him and is only testing him, as well as telling himself that she would never have asked him to do something impossible. In the end, as he finally realises both that catching the moon is impossible and that she never loved him. This might have torn his heart apart, but he lies to himself once again, convincing himself that he was the one who never loved her, and that he had only tried to do something as foolish as catching the moon out of pity for her, because she asked him. I think the cognitive dissonance can be recognized in the way Faolan constantly lies to himself in order to avoid dissappointment. I wrote a brief character profile because I never actually got to finish this story.

Name: Faolan
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Being: Non-human (Wizard)
Appearance: He is pretty tall, with light brown hair and forest green eyes.
Family: He is an only child, and he hardly ever sees his parents.
Personality: He is naive, and not too bright. He is the type who works hard when he first starts a project, but tends to give up in the end. He often avoids conflict. Despite this, he can be a nice person.

Here's what I have written so far:
Faolan stood at the edge of the cliff, feeling hopeless. It wasn’t high enough. He sat down with a thump on the hard ground and stared up at the sky, his normally darn green eyes reflecting the silvery light of the full moon, which waited above him in the night sky, taunting him. He gave a sigh of frustration as he leaned back and tried to think about how to do the impossible. She must have known it would be impossible, so why did she ask him to do it? Perhaps she didn’t—no. Faolan refused to allow the thought to enter his brain. He felt a blast of bitterly cold wind sting his face and closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, while he sat there shivering. It probably would have been wise to bring a jacket, he thought to himself. But, he refused to leave until he thought of a solution, so he lay down in the grass and the dirt and tried to come up with an idea. But nothing would come to him. Instead, memories came flooding to his mind, and he watched them again as they played against the inside of his closed eyelids; memories of the girl who had given him this stupid task.