The Moon//h.s

Prologue

I always envied the moon, not for the way he shined and the mystery that made the world fall in love with his beauty. But for the comfort he had knowing he could see where every person it casted a shadow upon was. He knew where she was, and for that I hated him.

I hated him, but I loved her and she's gone.

My selfish black ink had tainted her, but I loved her. It wasn't okay. I wasn't enough.

I'll find her one-day and show her my heart. I'll hand her the broken, beat and battered pieces that are left. Then I'll let her go.

I always envied the moon, for the way she looked at him and now she's gone.