I used to love how the moon shone in the dead of the night. Everywhere I looked was coated in a sheen of dust.
Every night, I played hide and seek with the stars. They either hid behind tree branches or in the corner of my old, rusty window.
But now I despise it.
Everything is just thickly grey, rain drenched and hardly beautiful. I have not been able to breathe the dust off of my lungs because Zareen,
You are not here with me.
YOU ARE READING
MONOTONE
Short StoryEverything looks like it is in monotone. Just like a music score, just like a keyboard.
