I'm filled with regrets. I look at him and I can not say anything. My attempt to look mature has long vanished. This is not a dream, it's a fucking nightmare. He sighs and smiles. I feel my body paralyzed. I look in his beautiful eyes, but something is diferent... I'm not going to make the same mistakes, I will not let myself hypnotized by his eyes. It's over.
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Child of the Moon
Short StoryShe was the type to fall in love with the moon, and everything that was beautifully unreachable
