the moonlight was shining through the window, it was beautiful, absolutely stunning. i turned to the boy next to me, staring straight into his stormy grey eyes.
''do you ever wish you could be the moon? so bold and beautiful, up in the sky.''
''yeah, all the time.'' he said, looking back at me with an intense look on his face.
''why?''
''because then i would be free.''
''free from what?''
''the world.''
''even me?''
''no, i could watch over you.''
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