i love you luna. i love your lips. they part for mine to fit perfectly against them. i can still recall the taste of your lips on that first date of ours. it was a rubbish date, but you would never admit that to me. you would shake your head at me, and your hair would spill onto your shoulders. we went ice-skating and ate those cheap hotdogs. the ice rink was busy and your eyes had a frantic spark inside of them.
that same spark that was there in your eyes at the last second. the last second when the light truck and took away all your warmth from your blood filled hands and grey eyes. you used to dream in grey, but now you have no way to do so. you can only be there, watching me, looming over me, luna. being the moon is a rather fragile yet simple job.
i don't know why the moon had chosen you as it's next sacrifice, but it has. maybe it has something to do with your name. probably, or the fact that half of you was always hidden like the moon.
i love you, luna.
i hope you know that.
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letters to luna | h.s
Fanfictionfinished 28/09/2015 letters to luna | h.s | short story ❝ luna was the moon. my moon. but now, the moon is luna. he took her away from me. away from everything she loved.❞ a story in which harry is still in love with a girl who has been taken by t...
