Big Bad Alphas
Sydney Mariemom said it's my turnmother looking at mefollando a mi mama dormidai told her the moment that i approached her
"Describe something."
I gently take my place beside him. "What do you mean?"
"You always make the simplest things so intricate."
I rest my head against my pillow and glance over to him. "Okay, well, the night. The sky floats above like a inky mixture of endless possibilities. Millions upon millions of stars—like a artist took white paint and splattered them relentlessly at a black canvas. Each one could hold different words, and they all drift above in an array of lights, shining and dancing, triggering emotions. The moon, silver and sliced, casts its unearthly glow down on us like a spotlight on a stage. You feel as if your life is the main act, but it is not, it is part of exhibition, and