𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓂 .

" and what's in it for me?," the platinum-blonde haired boy leaned in closer to the dainty figure, lips parted slightly as a smirk slowly crept at the corner of his lips, eyeing the boy's every breath escape his soft, pink lips that seemed even softer than ever, the longer his coffee-brown eyes stared.

" me," a response escaped the boy's pouty, rounded lips as his heart had exceeded it's regular pace, enticed with the boy's longing gaze as their breaths hit against one another, combining into one as it had taken the form of clouds, dissipating around them.

leaning against a ledge above an indescribable, breathtaking view of the city from a distance, the two figures were two polar opposites- like the sun and the moon.
As they would chase each other through many life cycles, fate always had a way of separating them.
Despite the love the sun had for the moon, the two would never cease to be together.