night 1☽
the moonlight spilled onto the grass, leaving milk-white droplets on her feet. she looked up and saw glass, and through the glass, a boy. he looked lost, and she wanted to find him.
he turned to face her. he had black eyes made of marble and a body made of stone, and his footsteps echoed when he walked, carving shadows into the ground.
"i see you," he said and the grass withered. he had laced his words with poison.
but he was lost, and she wanted to find him.
"don't break it," he said, and the moon waned. he had scared the moon away.
but he was lost, and she wanted to find him.
she rose her fist and the glass s h a t t e r e d.
