Day 1

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Ciana's P.o.v

I sit at my window and stare at the night sky. I still remember just how much you had loved it; you would look at it every night and count the stars, telling each one of your days, then you'd do a little wave at the moon just before falling asleep at your desk. With you gone, the job was left up to me just like many other things. Sometimes I find myself talking to the moon just as you once did, I beg and plead with it for you to come back. I awake everyday hoping you're still here and I just had a bad dream.I wish you would've just talked to me, we could've fixed things together. It's too late now anyway.

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