"Oh it's what you do to me . Oh it's what you do to me." he sang slowly .
All the eyes to wonder glistened as his beautiful voice filled the atmosphere . The moon above the rising waves made the environment way more alive .
Aplauds and praises kept coming as he ended the song and placed his old guitar beside the fire . The flames were bright and made everyone's eyes sparkle . Although it did very little to provide warmth .
Among all the loud laughter and gossips he just felt empty .
He devoured the silence of the sea and the brightness of the flames . All he wanted was to make time stop and be there forever . This is what living is .
"What are you thinking , John ?" Hazel asked with a mesmerising smile.
" The moon ." he replied glancing towards the magnificent full moon .
"What about the moon ?" she asked .
" Just how much it is loved .
The sun loves the moon so much that he dies every night to let her breathe . "
YOU ARE READING
Little Things
Short Story"Maybe not in this world but I like to think at least in one of those parallel universe You were mine ." 🌠 A collection of short stories and poetry by the author .💫
