Prologue

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'Tick tick tick trick' the sound of every second passing by had her awake the entire night. What was she waiting for? She didn't know. With her arms supporting her head, she grazed up at the ceiling above, dark as ever. Isn't it funny how bright things turn dark at night? She bitterly chuckled at her own thought and decided to get up. The moon light shimmering from the slit of the curtains was calling out for her. The moon, the bright moon, emitting light of the sun had its own sad days. The night holds mysteries and the moon knows all about it. Maybe moon cries for us, it hides itself behind the curtain of clouds and weeps away to sleep.

'I'll watch you over the day
And I'll watch you over at night
I'll watch you over all the time
Until you find your own light'

She whispers, oh so slightly,almost careful enough not to offend the moon.

The clock on her night stand gets louder and louder with every tick, asking her to go back to sleep

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The clock on her night stand gets louder and louder with every tick, asking her to go back to sleep. But the undeniable urge of attraction towards the moonlight had her walking towards it. Pulling the blinds aside she looks out of the window. And there it is, the silver eyes glowing in the dark, staring right at her with a slightest of white aura around it. The intensity of the stare was enough to make chills run down her spine before disappearing. Disappearing into thin air. Just like that.

It was always the same, the same dream, the same place, the same distance and the same bright grey eyes

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It was always the same, the same dream, the same place, the same distance and the same bright grey eyes. Anybody would have found that terrifying , but Scarlett found that strangely comforting, it had become a part of her routine life, and without it, somehow everything just felt different.

Those eyes, which always made her think of the upset moon, with just an extra thirst of vengeance and anger, held power over her and the entire universe.

With a sigh, she walks back to the bed, glancing at the ticking clock before cocooning herself with a blanket and drifting away to sleep at 2 AM with the moon staring right at her.

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