You lay mid sided of a hill staring at the starry sky, blissfully taking in the beauty, inhaling the wonders that is the sky. "What's so pretty about a sky that'd eventually be nothing but ash?" You sit up and look at Jogo who stood uptop of the hill next to a tree just staring at you, "you don't have to be like that." You pat the ground gesturing him to lay next to you while laying back down. Oddly enough he complies and lays next to you, you take a deep breath in and turn your head at Jogo, he looks back, you give him nothing but a soft smile, close your eyes and turn back to face the sky. And he just stares and does the same but when he opens his eye it's nothing but the rich, beautiful sky, he feels contempt. You slowly move your hand towards his, your fingers graces his before he quickly moves his hand away, "you're not as sneaky as you think you are." You chuckle a little "I know. I just love messing with you."
(Just some short story I made in my free time because I don't really have time to focused on my main story cuz of school)
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