mai-eo
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❝i remember you asking me about the story of how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.
i had smiled that day, a pink tint to my cheeks as we walked hand in hand, your lips curled upwards in the most beautiful smile i'd ever seen. i let out a laugh, whispering about how i was the sun and you were my moon.
how we would live that story.❞
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