After losing everyone he loved and trusted, including himself. The hero could barely stand as he stared at the brightly colored moon. Wet droplets ran down the hero's face as the moonlight shimmered above him.
All he could do was stand and watch as everything shattered around him. Nothing was left. The hero was drawn to the full moon, even though it lit up the dark night. Everything seemed to fade to black around him. Was there any reason for him to stay?
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'Sweeter than honeysuckle'
RandomA collection book where I share my thoughts, quotes and scenarios I happen to think of. [ Not everything is original.]
