The broken luna: revenge
She asked quietly picking at the flowers
“I haven’t, but I long for someone to be alive everyday thinking about her, dreaming she was alive, yearning for her every minute”
those words got her, she couldn’t help he hand clench from his words, he misses me, I love him so much, she thought, he had come to where she had stood, standing right between her, raising her chin, gazing into her e like she held the galaxy in them