Under The Seeing Moon
Flint Argus Claymorethe trees grew because i bled therei ran away from the huntermurmurs in the forest once humani've got a darkness shining through me
She lightly punched my chest, “I hate you.”
She curled up with arms extending towards my neck in a secure hold. Behind her ears, I hummed a low tune song I learned from my mother. I knew some notes were off, but it was as close as a lullaby I could think of.
My singing heart synchronized with hers. When her eyes closed, I placed my head over hers. I was surprised that my wide frame fit snugly on the bed. Her slow breaths kept a steady pace, lulling me to sleep.
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