:"You're my most beautiful, someone" There lived a boy next door, who thought no one really cared but she did. Through the window their lights would talk, their rooms would cry out their pain and their windows would tell the stories. Stories which were never heard or maybe no one had a time to listen them. Sometimes both would look above, at the moon. Reminding themselves that it still shines even after being alone. The moon waits for their person to be just here by their side. Both are struggling, breathing every second of Earth. will they ever meet? author's note: Are all love stories meant to be romantic only? what if they have their own mysteries their own undealt past? . (all rights given to the rightful owner for the images used from pinterest I don't allow anyone to copy/use my story. or even to take the plot from it. thanks, appreciate it.)