Born To Be My Luna
He was positioned in a way that he was hugging me close to him while his other arm was placed as a pillow below my head where I was now lying on.
His intoxicating scent filled my nose and I breathed it in deep, not wanting to forget how he was holding me tenderly in his arms, and how precious this moment is for me.
In the past eight years, I slept alone in a cold, dark, and empty room that reminded me the painful reality that I had no one left in my life every single night. In those nights, I would often cry myself to sleep knowing there would be no one there to comfort me, and make sure I was eating right or sleeping well at night. No one would care if I’ve had bad dreams, or if I couldn't
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