And he was made from stardusts, shining brighter than Sirius in the night sky. He's supposed to be my shooting star, granting my wish in one breath. But instead, he left me with a starpiece and a broken heart beyond repair. He is a shooting star but, his wish is not mine to spend.
Moon Child | Ongoing
By StarHues
"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon C... More