Four minutes after a June midnight.
"Sometimes I wish to be the Moon," he breathed out in the dark. "Stars seem so much nicer than..."
"Then I wanna be a star." I said.
"You would have to put up with me each night and day."
I could practically feel the smile that didn't appear on his face.
"I'm not the one who should be worried."
I knew he felt mine too.
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Summer Park
Short StoryA June afternoon. I was standing in the middle of a park. And he happened to be there too.
