"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
I turn to him, my heart aching. He's smiling down at me, stroking my hair as though I'm something beautiful. As though I'm something worthy of gentleness, of comfort.
It's too late to warn him.
My fangs rip out of my gums, my back bending and cracking. I'm screaming in my mind, thrashing powerlessly as the curse takes control. He stumbles forward as if to catch me, but an inhuman growl tears out of my new form.
Pale, he takes a step backward. "You said you weren't one of them," he breathes.
Betrayal stings his voice.
I can do nothing but watch as he is torn apart, his blood bursting over my tongue.
Yes, the moon is beautiful.
Even if it was the death of him.
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so um yeah here's the 1st part
it will have similar "THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL" imagines later in other parts but with different stories.
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BINABASA MO ANG
The moon is beautiful, isn't it?
Poetrywe're just shadows of who we used to be ghosts dancing under lamp light in the middle of the street lovers whose love was once so sweet "gone, but not forgotten" at least not to me
