Starry Skies » Dallon Weekes
and just like that, her stars, her moon, her world was out of her grasp. they weren't together, they weren't ever going to be together.
and she sobbed. and sobbed.
she thought of all the good memories, the bad ones too; but mostly just the nights they would lay on the roof and he'd be so into all of the stars and constellations- but he was all she ever saw. he was all her stars, her moon, her whole world.
and with a mere phrase, he was gone.