the sun was setting across the sky, and the tree line was seperating the illusion of a beautiful atmosphere compared to the ground that appeared to be just inches away from the sun and the moon at all times. but in reality strayed over millions of miles.
the sky was painted with waterpaint; oranges blended sharply into purples and the light blue that took over the sky just hours before, was contorting into a faded indigo, which at some point will become a black sky, with bright stars littered around like paint splatters on a - once - blank canvas.
my fingers gingerly ran over my window, watching the sky mesmorizimgly, waiting for something bad to happen; as most of the time, views like these are too good to be true.
the drumming of soldiers poem played quietly. but i more so listen to the hesitant hums of my friend who was sitting beside me, hoping for just a second he would start to sing along to the soft words.
i sigh contently, adverting my gaze to phil, smiling sadly at him.
"so, phil." i say quietly, while resting my elbow on the arm rest set in between the two of us. i wonder aloud; "where are we going."
he looks over at me quickly, his features clearly showing confusion, but none the less he thinks for a moment, hense answering quietly, "we'll find out when we get there."
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using description for once. i quite like it.
it's kind of short and poetic, but further chapters only get more sloppy but a bit longer.
it might be less fluffy, considering the descrption, but ya know.
i always gotta ruin some good fluff.
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edge
Fanfiction"im on the edge, of glory!" "are you sure it's not the edge of suicide?"
