𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐄.

G|missed the fallen angel, who gave his life to a mortal

i always thought that whenever i rose, you fell. and whenever you were at your highest, i was at my lowest.

just like the sun and the moon, once again. however, we completed each other and though i dragged you down with me, you were the bright shooting star that always found its way back into the sky; jumbling around me, leaving your glittering tracks to lighten my spirit again.

whenever we were stargazing, i was wondering whether they missed you. missed the fallen angel, who gave his life to a mortal.

i was always convinced that you were an angel, but how could I've possibly known that you were indeed, and truly... an angel?

instructed to me, and the misery of life i called mine back then.