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The Moonlight

The Moonlight

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But what lays beyond the moonlight? She knew nothing, nothing that could possibly tell her the troubles. Though her heart raced, she was always watching her mother, waiting. To stay meant everything, to leave meant nothing, at least to her. She wished not to displease her mothers and fathers, but the young daughter of moonlight could not withhold her excitement. She would not be able to lead the moon's army, so why the refusal to let the nineteenth child see the beautifully carved earth? Noxis has lived her whole life in the palace of moon, guarded by her parents. She wishes to see the stars from above, so she leaves her domain and finds herself on a rather peculiar journey. Trigger Warning - Some parts of this will contain material that may be sensitive for some audiences. Read at your own risk
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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