His moon

introduction/starting

She was hiding in amidst of darkness and pain. She was angry at the moon.
A shadow lurking in the balcony. With her wicked smile she was hiding her untold stories. Untold secrets . The flame of the the lantern starts to fade away as the hot winds starts to blow. The black sky, the trees, the wind,the crows each one of them whisper making it filled with mystery.
Her cold gaze and behind her wicked smile she was once a calm ocean. That night she promised to her soul. She will be a fire. After all her aching soul wanted that. Her own infant wanted that. After all she is a mother, regardless of having an empty motherhood. She knew what she wanted.
Her shadow fade away like the moon conceal her behind the clouds. The midnight city went quite.
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*Present situation*

"His death was for better Mr Arthur." An old gentleman with suit  confronted the young man.
He bitterly smiled at him.
"After all you were his only son the one whom he can die for".
Despite those comforting words somehow his shoulder tensed every time the man pat his back.
"Think about my proposal please. It was your father's last wish." The old man sadly smiled at him.
But a young man inturrputed their conversation.
He was taller than Arthur , Fair,tall, handsome, his dimples appeared as he tried to fake smile at that old man.
"I think he needs some rest now thank you Mr. Kempler we will surely let you know." The old man sadly nod at him. Shortly after he left the young man and Mr. Smith alone and went to the opposite direction. Both of them took a seat in the corner of the room. Watching the uncomfortable crowd grow thinner as people weep their fake tears with there tissues and leave the hall sharing some condolences to each other and to the anonymous man's son.
Everyone knew that everything was fake.
The young man patted Mr smith back as he whispered something trying to hide from the crowd.
"You are not thinking about the proposal are you?"
Mr. Smith stayed silent.
"Author- sorry ... Mr. Smith" lucas recollected himself
"Maybe...." Author replied
"Why"
He looked at the man and said "because people want me to ....lucas if I don't take it public and the media will again make drama".
"Since when do you care about what people think?"
"It's my decision lucas. Either way it's beneficial for me and to our band."

I don't want excess drama neither I wanna get involved in another drama with Kempler he seems to be a nice man."

Lucas ran his fingers through his hair as said-
"okay sir I won't inturrput but stay safe. And the band members are waiting for you downstairs".
Mr. Smith ran his finger through his long black hair as he went downstairs to meet his fellow band members.