Red moon HS
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Last published Wed, Apr 7, 2021
I dreamed of running with you in the boundless fields of Cheshire, along the dike.
Young, almost children, with that naive wonder of who, for the first time, sees miracles.
From chapter one:
She touched the parapet, trying to get used to the view and the height and the explosion of wonder in her chest making her cold fingers tremble because of the emotions and that's when she saw him.
He was standing on the very edge of the railing, upright, his long legs spread apart a little, maybe to keep his balance on that very thin, high border of cement, his arms on his sides, his head down, looking at the street under the building, motionless, pale, blankly observing the cars passing by on the road below.
The light wind was making his very long, wavy, chocolate hair flutter around.
Did he want to jump?
A.N.
⚠️ This story contains mental health, abuse, mental illness themes. ⚠️
⚠️ This story is #boyxgirl. ⚠️
I'm not sure about this yet.
I'll try.
Always yours, Petal. 🌻💓
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