I look up at him. I have my throat dry.
He looks at me with his green eyes. I know we are next to each other, but in fact I have never been further to his soul.
He smiles at me, but he has no idea what I feel.
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Child of the Moon
Krótkie OpowiadaniaShe was the type to fall in love with the moon, and everything that was beautifully unreachable
