"What will it be this time?" I asked the moon with a sigh and sat down with my feet dangling off the cliff. As usual, I got no response. I wasn't sure if the moon was holding back it's tongue on purpose to torment me, or if it was just as confused as I am. I stared at the huge moon before me. I felt it staring back at me too. Sometimes I wondered if the sun was what kept a record on me and the moon was just trying to shield me from the disastrous that lays ahead. The moon was always here. Watching me. Watching us. Everything was always coming and going but the moon had always been here. Way before I even did, I believe. And I'm hoping that it doesn't take y/n too, as it took many others closest to my heart. - previously 'this hollow world'