oddinary_andnormal
Every year, we had spent the Mid-Autumn Festival admiring the moon together. Now that you're gone, it's no longer the same, yet the bright moon remains constant.
Loosely based off of the song 无羁 by Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo
Written for a writing contest
Trigger warnings: Death of close friend, mention/description/depiction of drowning, depression, contemplation of suicide