"Maybe you're the moon," he said. "Always wearing different faces."
"Are you tired of it?"
He smiled. "Never."
But in truth, it was the other way around.
He was the moon and she was the ocean. He pulls her, drags her, and she doesn't mind because his words talk of love never ending.
Still,
he was the moon and she was the ocean.
And moons and oceans
don't really
end up
together,
do they?
YOU ARE READING
Of Castles and Dragons
RandomWhere a girl paints with words, because sketches and colors have never been something she's good at.
