My aunt had always said that if i stayed out in the moonlight, i would be betraying the mountain.
but as the traveling boy slept on my shoulder, his warmth against my cold skin, i wouldn't dare move.
he kept asking me how i could be freed.
but does he know, that when i'm free- i'll disappear? when a spirit is set free, we go to the abyss. there's no place we call home, especially after seven centuries.
i let my hand slowly ruffle through the traveling boys soft hair, his eyelashes laying peacefully near closed eyes. his lips soft and pure.
i was infatuated with the traveling boy, who i could never have.
┃it's gets worse tbh