Novel & Cerita What Does The Moon Is Beautiful Isn't It

he reminded me again, in a low voice. I should feel good that he doesn't, but I don't; instead, I'm still confused as to how he cannot fall for her. "But she's like the sun, beautiful. How can you not fall for her beauty?" I asked, puzzled, peering into his eyes. "Some find the sun beautiful, but I think the moon to be more beautiful, even though it doesn't shine as bright as the sun, because there is this beautiful peace it brings." He placed his hand against the side of my face.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

I turned and looked at Elina, and she did the same. "You know, Luna, the moon is one of the most beautiful things ever made. It's just that no one has gotten the chance to see the beauty yet." I smiled and nodded at her words. When she said that, she was right; the moon was one of the most beautiful things ever made, but in some ways, it was also one of the most dangerous.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

I worry that doing so might make me feel like I am betraying the memory of Luna Bella. The Moon Goddess, a divine being known for her ethereal beauty and grace, gazed upon the world below with a tranquil expression adorning her face. Her lips, delicately curved, formed a serene smile that radiated warmth and tranquility. Her eyes were filled with a radiant glow, reflecting both wisdom and empathy. They seemed to possess a profound understanding and a keen perception of the world around her.

Charlotte complained. We laughed, swept up in the enchantment of the moment, imagining a world where horses and moonlight shared a mystical connection. As we stood there, bathed in the moon's soft glow, we felt a sense of unity, a bond forged by the awe-inspiring wonders of the universe. The Flower Moon had brought us together, reminding us to cherish the fleeting moments of magic that grace our lives. And so, we continued to gaze at the celestial spectacle, basking in its radiance, and relishing the joy of shared discovery.

It was such an intimate look with so much pain. "The Moon is beautiful isn't." Alexandra quietly repeated the words of the night of their breakup. "Not that it changes anything."

‘The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it? Next, she looked at the posted picture of Jax. And what she saw is a pic of Jax’s hand holding the red tulip in front of the distant moon. She immediately read the caption below. And when she read it, her heart started to act crazy again. That she can’t help but put her right palm on her chest, thinking that it might help calm her heart down. But as she keeps on looking at the pic and the caption, she can’t calm it down. She read the caption out loud once again. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? Well, this flower is for the most beautiful moon I know, my Dione.”

what could possibly go wrong? Moon's blessings, Odessa 🌙✨

She asked out of the blue which made my heart skip a beat. "No, but that's good to know that I'm not the only one who falls in love over and over again," I wrapped my arm on her shoulder then kissed the side of her head. "Love is f*cking crazy," I muttered. "Yeah, it makes us do stupid things." She responded. The moon is full of imperfections but it's still beautiful and a pleasure to watch. It has beauty and elegance without reason. Like the moon, we should be calm and reflect beauty despite being imperfect in appearance. We should shine in the darkness of life and give way to the path of light.