'She wept like the sky. Hair like velvet, it was golden and bright, almost blinding. She sat in the middle of the road, her white dress flared out behind her. Her head turned slightly, enough to meet my eyes with her never ending tears. A soft cry sounded from her throat and she muttered something the human ear could not hear.' - It has been a year since Evan knew her. A year since they became friends. And a year since the moon disappeared. - PG 13 ©All Rights Reserved LiliAckerman and QuteDimond 2017
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