Her Moon

She just cant be contained. No matter what I say, do, or think. At the end it is her Will Be Done after all. And a biblic connotation isn’t really that much of an exaggeration considering how much she fascinates, inspires, ruines me. She ruins me every day. And the worst thing is, she knows. She knows she’s supposed to ruin me. Every day. I want to keep getting ruined by her.

Melanie is rushing all over the playground as if its her kingdom. Her sanctuary, where only she is allowed to stroll. The children the playground was made for in the first place give her irritated, then interested and eventually amused stares. It’s the same as always. They start playing with her, make an effort to keep up with her on the swing, jungle gym and the rotating wheel. It’s not easy keeping with a romping, frisky seventeen-year-old. Neither for the children, nor for me. But if my girlfriend wants to play on a playground, we do just that. She smiles. And that again makes me smile. I can’t help myself but to ignore the surrounding parents’ outraged stares and join her on the wheel. How could I leave her alone? We are here justfor me. Just to make me smile. I can’t help myself but to give in to her effort and keep letting myself ruined by her. Her Will Be Done.

We’re spinning. I hear, see, feel her laughter, look into her greengray eyes and forget for an ecstasic, blurred moment that I shouldn’t even be in this world. She stares into my eyes, and I start to believe feeling her fingers in my hair. Will she ruin me with her lips? Or will she let me go? I have been almost there after all. My forearm pulsates. Her face is extremely close to mine. My forearm pulsates. I feel her warm breath. My forearm pulsa

“…t me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mar-”

My hand hurries to my smartphone to mute the ringtone. Then a long time of nothing. The first thing I feel is my aching head. And sweat. I’m completely soaked with sweat again. And of course… my arm pulsates. When I eventually finally regain the strength to open my eyelids, everything is pitch-dark. “… Daamn… it has to be around midnight… who the hell is calling me at this time of day…?!” I feel nauseated, and havw the urgent need to hang myself over the toilet seat for the next few hours, puking everything that goes through my stomach and head. Maybe then I can rest peacefully for at least one night. After some thinking I abandon the thought and grab my phone instead .

3 missed calls from Lilly

It’s not the fact, that my little sister calls me in her as love disguised overprotectiveness to ask how I’m doing and if I’m okay, that is new new, it’s the time. Won’t anybody leave me alone by now, at least at night?! Lilly couldn’t get through, so she sent me a text message. Text message as in SMS… she is the only person who still uses something like that for communication. I tell myself to read it quickly, to not answer and then try to go back to sleep.

nathan dontlook athemoon by all means

Just this single line. That’s it. And even this line doesn’t seem like Lilly. She’s usually very fond of her spelling. The moon? Why the fuck would I look at the moon at 3 a.m.?! Is she drunk? No, bullshit, Lilly doesn’t drink…

Just before I’m ready to brush her dumb joke off, I notice my spamfilter showing a number. I can’t believe my eyes. Is it really the number 738 right there? 738 messages?! I take a quick peek to confirm if it’s a bug, but instead of a bug I discover myriads of phone-numbers I’ve never seen before. Text messages. 738 people wrote simple text messages. Is this some new kind of spam? Keeping this thought in mind I open one of the messages.

The night is wonderful. Look outside!

The second message contains the same words. So does the third. The fourth and fifth. I’m uncertain of the spam’s purpose until I recall Lilly’s text message. Now I understand. The whole thing has to be some cunning joke to cheer me up. She’s not short of stupid ideas, but this one takes the cake. At 3 a.m. Tomorrow I will give her a piece of

“… Fly me to the Moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like”

This time I accept the call.

“Tell me, are you completely nuts?! What is-”

“DON’T GO OUTSIDE, NATHAN!!”

“What?! What are you talki”

“IT’S NOT REAL, OKAY?! SOMETHING IS HAPPENING HERE, THEY DONT EXACTLY KNOW WHAT, BUT OVER TWO BILLIO”

The call disconnects. Lilly seemed crying, her breathing was heavy as if she has been chased by a dozen of wild dogs, and there have been other voices, too, or at least I believe so.

“This is NOT funny, goddamned!!”

What is this bullshit supposed to mean?! I’m trying to callmy little sister back.

The number you have called is currently not available

Great. There goes going back to sleep. I get dressed and decide to go over to the convenience store. A few iced drinks and an overpriced sandwich is exactly what I need now, and when I’m on it I could also try calling Lilly’s boyfriend or her roommate, even if they might lecture me. At the very least will it help me to forget about the nightly terrors.

I barely left the house beforeI notice something’s wrong. I’m living next to a mainstreet, so it’s not out oft he ordinary to still see people at 3 a.m., but in most cases they’re completely drunk or at least jingled. The… ten? twelve?? People I can make out on the spot are just standing there and stare to towards the sky. As if they’re in trance. Creepy. As always I think it’s better to avoid any kind of human, and just stomp past the mannequins. I actually dont look people into their faces,and surely not into the eyes,since mine are always clued to the floor, but something makes me look up as I pass a young woman. I get goosepumps instantly. She smiles quite dreamy. Not the kind of smile you get to see when you’re introducing yourself politely, the kind you see when a mother has her newborn in her arms. Not that I knew anything of that personally, but the faces of the people who are stand around all over the street look like they’ve never been happier. But their expressions are frozen. There isn’t the slightest movement. All of them are staring towards the sky. I’m in the middle of turning around do check what’s actually so interessting up there when I get interrupted from static noise. The small braun tube, which always stands next to the entry of the convenience store, runs and of course you can hear it clearly in this dead silence.

I continue my way, enter the little, kinda shady store and look for alberts bored-looking visage. Instead I find him behind the shop-window, the eyes obscurely wided, his mouth opened to a clownlike grin and his tongue hanging out a bit. The uneasy feeling that something really isn’t right crawls up my neck. To confirm my thought I walk over to the shelf next to albert, take out a few whinebottles and turn to leave. Nothing.

“Hey, dickhead! Your shitshop already runs good enough to throw out wares for free?!”

Shit, you could hear this across the whole street. In the worst case I will attract some drunken rednecks.

No. Nothing. Its dead silent aside from the tv noises. Albert stands there like a piece of frozen art. The view is somehow hypnotic, I’m partly disturbed and partly fascinated. The vibrating in my pocket fortunately pulls me out of my trance. Otherwise I could have ended up like Albert.

Aside from 1123 messages by now, which stored up in my spamfilter and which all contain the same, I got another message from Lilly.

I m onte way. dont look athemoon dontlokamonnathan lovyou

What is it she has with the moon? Wait… hold on. I’m not the smartest one around, but could it be Albert and these nutjobs over there are staring at the moon? What, is there a lunar eclipse or anything tonight? Well thanks, Lilly…as if I wouldn’t know not to stare into that directly. But does this make you so strange like them?

My sister is on her way here, something isn’t right with her, and something isn’t right with them at all. And this messages… that’s not normal. I’m getting hot and could. My arm pulsates. Better head back to my apartment for now. I just left the store when an idea occures to me. I kneel down to the braun tube and play a bit around with it.

“… Snowstorm. White Noise… ah!”

It takes some time, but I got a signal. Late News, alright! If there’s any special natural phenomenon, every newschannel reports it for weeks as if its the end of he world! The reception is still far from perfect, every few seconds the signal cuts and a loud noise can be heard. Until yesterday this piece of junk worked just fine.

“… isn’t entirely clear right now… ssibly a first cont… … your house no matter what… oon… “

This isn’t getting me anywhere. Aside from the newsreader, who seemed to have had a long night, I could only recognize a picture of the moon and some wordpieces. Seems to be a really big deal. Well, a little glance will be oka-

“DONT, NATHAN!!

I freeze as if someone punshed me right into the face. Lilly. She yelled across half of the street. Usually now would be the time when some inhabitant shouts from the window, instead I can hear her heavy breathing even here. There are over two dozen people between her and me, all oft hem staring ecstasic towards the sky . My little sister though is a pitty. With her bare sexteen years she looks like thirty, shes soaking in sweat and has deep eyerings. And she’s all red from crying.

“What… Lilly, what the” I get cut of by her rushing over to me and eventually locking her arms around my neck.

“Hey, it’s okay… it’s alright…”

“Thank God I was in time… Nathan… Thank God, Nathan…” Lilly, that Lilly, from which not even Hachiko got a tear out, is sobbing like a small child. I caress her hair and notice them to be quite tousled and… bloody.

“Tell me what’s going on here, why are you in this condition?! What happened to you, and why do you have Blood on-”

“THE MOON!” Lilly interrupts mee. She sepparates herself from me, but her fingers cramp deep into my shoulders as she looks up to me.

“It began a few hours ago. They don’t know yet what causes it… but over two billion are already affected, and it’s getting worse by minute. Not all of them stare… some get aggressive, and-”

“Slow down, slow down!!”

She barely gets out two words without sobbing or stuttering.

“What causes WHAT?! Where are these guys staring? What’s with the moon?! Please just try to tell me quietly.”

It seems I reactivated her cool head with the last sentence. She looked at me a few seconds, took three deep breaths and wiped her face with the back of her hand provisorily clean before she slooked for eye-contact again.

“It is the moon, Nathan. He does something. He does… that,” she points vaguely in the direction of the starerers with her hand, ”with them, or… worse.”

“… That means… you become like that… just by staring at the moon?”

She snort before her face reveales a mixture of helplessness, Amusement and Fear.

“Yeah, I dont know, looks like it… but how that’s possible… I dont know… that’s completely ridiculous!” Sie laughs, or sobbs, it’s impossible to differ. I look at the Starerers, look in their faces, and decide that I have never ever seen such happy people before. Yes, once… just once.

“What… do they see…?”

Lilly shrugs and looks over to them.

“How would I know? Probably something lovely, right? It has to be something that pulls them to the light like moths… maybe a dream, or a wish, or… or…”

“A desire.” I whisper dryly. Lilly instantly noticed my hollow undertone, of course, she’s my sister after all. Now she is the one who flinshes like a babykitten, as if I had yelled right into her ear. Her eyes are widening and I still know the emotion in it from our childhood, when she was afraid from the bedmonster – Panic.

“Nathan. No, Nathan… Nathan, look at me. Nathan. Look at me. NATHAN, FUCKING LOOK AT ME!!”

She has never spoken to me like that before. I can hardly take my eyes from the blissful, fufilled faces of the starers.

“It’s not real. Whatever it is that they see isn’t real. Nathan, you don’t want to become like them. You… you are…”

“What?” My tone is more agressive than intended. “What am I…? A lonely loser who decays day for day without being able to overcome his loss? Is that what I am?!”

She wears this expression again. Her eyes don’t show any fear, nor panic nor exhaustion. Only compassion. I hate it.

“It’s only been two years… Nathan, nobody… nobody expects from you to-”

Now I am the one grabbing her shoulders.

“Nobody expects anything from me. There is nobody who could expect anything from me. Mom and Dad are gone. Melanie is gone. I am alone. Alone. I’m not living anymore, I’m just killing time. It means shit if something happens to me. Nobody would care!”

My beautiful, truly in every circumstance cheerful and energetic sister starts crying, more than before. Her coughed sobbing makes her barely able to speak. “I… woud care… Nawan…”

It hurts to see her like that. As often as I like to tell myself that I dont care about her, that I dont care about anything, it hurts. I embrace her with a deep, long hug, the first one in two years, and gently caress her hair. She returns the hug and I feel her shivering hands. It takes a while, but her sobbing ceases, her breathing stabilizes.

“I love you, Lilly. I love you.”

“I… I love you too, big brother…”

My chin rests on her slender shoulder, and I can hear her heart pounding even now. Or… is that my arm? I may not ruin Lilly any further. My forearm pulsates. Her face is so close to mine. My forearm pulsates. I feel her warm breath. My forearm pulsates. My little sister loves me so much… but she isn’t Her.

“She… ruined me.”

My big brother became all quiet, and the gentle caressing of my hair he became accustomed to when we still were little childeen and whith which he wanted to take my fear of the bedmonster away became slower. His embracement was firm and deep. His breathing… inaudibly gentle.

“Na… than…?”

She just cant be contained. No matter what I say, do, or think. At the end it is her will be done after all. Therefore she ruins me all again so much I have to cry. And smile. Especially smile. We’re spinning. I’m hearing, seeing, sensing her laughter, look into her bluegray eyes and forgot that I shouldn’t even be on this world. She looks deeply into my eyes, and I feel her gentle fingers in my hair. Will she ruin me with her lips? Or will she let me go? No, she wont. Never again. How could I leave her alone? We are here only because of me. I brought her here. I cant help myself but to give in to her effort and keep letting myself ruined by her. Her Will be done.

Her Moon

She just cant be contained. No matter what I say, do, or think. At the end it is her Will Be Done after all. And a biblic connotation isn’t really that much of an exaggeration considering how much she fascinates, inspires, ruines me. She ruins me every day. And the worst thing is, she knows. She knows she’s supposed to ruin me. Every day. I want to keep getting ruined by her.

Melanie is rushing all over the playground as if its her kingdom. Her sanctuary, where only she is allowed to stroll. The children the playground was made for in the first place give her irritated, then interested and eventually amused stares. It’s the same as always. They start playing with her, make an effort to keep up with her on the swing, jungle gym and the rotating wheel. It’s not easy keeping with a romping, frisky seventeen-year-old. Neither for the children, nor for me. But if my girlfriend wants to play on a playground, we do just that. She smiles. And that again makes me smile. I can’t help myself but to ignore the surrounding parents’ outraged stares and join her on the wheel. How could I leave her alone? We are here justfor me. Just to make me smile. I can’t help myself but to give in to her effort and keep letting myself ruined by her. Her Will Be Done.

We’re spinning. I hear, see, feel her laughter, look into her greengray eyes and forget for an ecstasic, blurred moment that I shouldn’t even be in this world. She stares into my eyes, and I start to believe feeling her fingers in my hair. Will she ruin me with her lips? Or will she let me go? I have been almost there after all. My forearm pulsates. Her face is extremely close to mine. My forearm pulsates. I feel her warm breath. My forearm pulsa

“…t me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mar-”

My hand hurries to my smartphone to mute the ringtone. Then a long time of nothing. The first thing I feel is my aching head. And sweat. I’m completely soaked with sweat again. And of course… my arm pulsates. When I eventually finally regain the strength to open my eyelids, everything is pitch-dark. “… Daamn… it has to be around midnight… who the hell is calling me at this time of day…?!” I feel nauseated, and havw the urgent need to hang myself over the toilet seat for the next few hours, puking everything that goes through my stomach and head. Maybe then I can rest peacefully for at least one night. After some thinking I abandon the thought and grab my phone instead .

3 missed calls from Lilly

It’s not the fact, that my little sister calls me in her as love disguised overprotectiveness to ask how I’m doing and if I’m okay, that is new new, it’s the time. Won’t anybody leave me alone by now, at least at night?! Lilly couldn’t get through, so she sent me a text message. Text message as in SMS… she is the only person who still uses something like that for communication. I tell myself to read it quickly, to not answer and then try to go back to sleep.

nathan dontlook athemoon by all means

Just this single line. That’s it. And even this line doesn’t seem like Lilly. She’s usually very fond of her spelling. The moon? Why the fuck would I look at the moon at 3 a.m.?! Is she drunk? No, bullshit, Lilly doesn’t drink…

Just before I’m ready to brush her dumb joke off, I notice my spamfilter showing a number. I can’t believe my eyes. Is it really the number 738 right there? 738 messages?! I take a quick peek to confirm if it’s a bug, but instead of a bug I discover myriads of phone-numbers I’ve never seen before. Text messages. 738 people wrote simple text messages. Is this some new kind of spam? Keeping this thought in mind I open one of the messages.

The night is wonderful. Look outside!

The second message contains the same words. So does the third. The fourth and fifth. I’m uncertain of the spam’s purpose until I recall Lilly’s text message. Now I understand. The whole thing has to be some cunning joke to cheer me up. She’s not short of stupid ideas, but this one takes the cake. At 3 a.m. Tomorrow I will give her a piece of

“… Fly me to the Moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like”

This time I accept the call.

“Tell me, are you completely nuts?! What is-”

“DON’T GO OUTSIDE, NATHAN!!”

“What?! What are you talki”

“IT’S NOT REAL, OKAY?! SOMETHING IS HAPPENING HERE, THEY DONT EXACTLY KNOW WHAT, BUT OVER TWO BILLIO”

The call disconnects. Lilly seemed crying, her breathing was heavy as if she has been chased by a dozen of wild dogs, and there have been other voices, too, or at least I believe so.

“This is NOT funny, goddamned!!”

What is this bullshit supposed to mean?! I’m trying to callmy little sister back.

The number you have called is currently not available

Great. There goes going back to sleep. I get dressed and decide to go over to the convenience store. A few iced drinks and an overpriced sandwich is exactly what I need now, and when I’m on it I could also try calling Lilly’s boyfriend or her roommate, even if they might lecture me. At the very least will it help me to forget about the nightly terrors.

I barely left the house beforeI notice something’s wrong. I’m living next to a mainstreet, so it’s not out oft he ordinary to still see people at 3 a.m., but in most cases they’re completely drunk or at least jingled. The… ten? twelve?? People I can make out on the spot are just standing there and stare to towards the sky. As if they’re in trance. Creepy. As always I think it’s better to avoid any kind of human, and just stomp past the mannequins. I actually dont look people into their faces,and surely not into the eyes,since mine are always clued to the floor, but something makes me look up as I pass a young woman. I get goosepumps instantly. She smiles quite dreamy. Not the kind of smile you get to see when you’re introducing yourself politely, the kind you see when a mother has her newborn in her arms. Not that I knew anything of that personally, but the faces of the people who are stand around all over the street look like they’ve never been happier. But their expressions are frozen. There isn’t the slightest movement. All of them are staring towards the sky. I’m in the middle of turning around do check what’s actually so interessting up there when I get interrupted from static noise. The small braun tube, which always stands next to the entry of the convenience store, runs and of course you can hear it clearly in this dead silence.

I continue my way, enter the little, kinda shady store and look for alberts bored-looking visage. Instead I find him behind the shop-window, the eyes obscurely wided, his mouth opened to a clownlike grin and his tongue hanging out a bit. The uneasy feeling that something really isn’t right crawls up my neck. To confirm my thought I walk over to the shelf next to albert, take out a few whinebottles and turn to leave. Nothing.

“Hey, dickhead! Your shitshop already runs good enough to throw out wares for free?!”

Shit, you could hear this across the whole street. In the worst case I will attract some drunken rednecks.

No. Nothing. Its dead silent aside from the tv noises. Albert stands there like a piece of frozen art. The view is somehow hypnotic, I’m partly disturbed and partly fascinated. The vibrating in my pocket fortunately pulls me out of my trance. Otherwise I could have ended up like Albert.

Aside from 1123 messages by now, which stored up in my spamfilter and which all contain the same, I got another message from Lilly.

I m onte way. dont look athemoon dontlokamonnathan lovyou

What is it she has with the moon? Wait… hold on. I’m not the smartest one around, but could it be Albert and these nutjobs over there are staring at the moon? What, is there a lunar eclipse or anything tonight? Well thanks, Lilly…as if I wouldn’t know not to stare into that directly. But does this make you so strange like them?

My sister is on her way here, something isn’t right with her, and something isn’t right with them at all. And this messages… that’s not normal. I’m getting hot and could. My arm pulsates. Better head back to my apartment for now. I just left the store when an idea occures to me. I kneel down to the braun tube and play a bit around with it.

“… Snowstorm. White Noise… ah!”

It takes some time, but I got a signal. Late News, alright! If there’s any special natural phenomenon, every newschannel reports it for weeks as if its the end of he world! The reception is still far from perfect, every few seconds the signal cuts and a loud noise can be heard. Until yesterday this piece of junk worked just fine.

“… isn’t entirely clear right now… ssibly a first cont… … your house no matter what… oon… “

This isn’t getting me anywhere. Aside from the newsreader, who seemed to have had a long night, I could only recognize a picture of the moon and some wordpieces. Seems to be a really big deal. Well, a little glance will be oka-

“DONT, NATHAN!!

I freeze as if someone punshed me right into the face. Lilly. She yelled across half of the street. Usually now would be the time when some inhabitant shouts from the window, instead I can hear her heavy breathing even here. There are over two dozen people between her and me, all oft hem staring ecstasic towards the sky . My little sister though is a pitty. With her bare sexteen years she looks like thirty, shes soaking in sweat and has deep eyerings. And she’s all red from crying.

“What… Lilly, what the” I get cut of by her rushing over to me and eventually locking her arms around my neck.

“Hey, it’s okay… it’s alright…”

“Thank God I was in time… Nathan… Thank God, Nathan…” Lilly, that Lilly, from which not even Hachiko got a tear out, is sobbing like a small child. I caress her hair and notice them to be quite tousled and… bloody.

“Tell me what’s going on here, why are you in this condition?! What happened to you, and why do you have Blood on-”

“THE MOON!” Lilly interrupts mee. She sepparates herself from me, but her fingers cramp deep into my shoulders as she looks up to me.

“It began a few hours ago. They don’t know yet what causes it… but over two billion are already affected, and it’s getting worse by minute. Not all of them stare… some get aggressive, and-”

“Slow down, slow down!!”

She barely gets out two words without sobbing or stuttering.

“What causes WHAT?! Where are these guys staring? What’s with the moon?! Please just try to tell me quietly.”

It seems I reactivated her cool head with the last sentence. She looked at me a few seconds, took three deep breaths and wiped her face with the back of her hand provisorily clean before she slooked for eye-contact again.

“It is the moon, Nathan. He does something. He does… that,” she points vaguely in the direction of the starerers with her hand, ”with them, or… worse.”

“… That means… you become like that… just by staring at the moon?”

She snort before her face reveales a mixture of helplessness, Amusement and Fear.

“Yeah, I dont know, looks like it… but how that’s possible… I dont know… that’s completely ridiculous!” Sie laughs, or sobbs, it’s impossible to differ. I look at the Starerers, look in their faces, and decide that I have never ever seen such happy people before. Yes, once… just once.

“What… do they see…?”

Lilly shrugs and looks over to them.

“How would I know? Probably something lovely, right? It has to be something that pulls them to the light like moths… maybe a dream, or a wish, or… or…”

“A desire.” I whisper dryly. Lilly instantly noticed my hollow undertone, of course, she’s my sister after all. Now she is the one who flinshes like a babykitten, as if I had yelled right into her ear. Her eyes are widening and I still know the emotion in it from our childhood, when she was afraid from the bedmonster – Panic.

“Nathan. No, Nathan… Nathan, look at me. Nathan. Look at me. NATHAN, FUCKING LOOK AT ME!!”

She has never spoken to me like that before. I can hardly take my eyes from the blissful, fufilled faces of the starers.

“It’s not real. Whatever it is that they see isn’t real. Nathan, you don’t want to become like them. You… you are…”

“What?” My tone is more agressive than intended. “What am I…? A lonely loser who decays day for day without being able to overcome his loss? Is that what I am?!”

She wears this expression again. Her eyes don’t show any fear, nor panic nor exhaustion. Only compassion. I hate it.

“It’s only been two years… Nathan, nobody… nobody expects from you to-”

Now I am the one grabbing her shoulders.

“Nobody expects anything from me. There is nobody who could expect anything from me. Mom and Dad are gone. Melanie is gone. I am alone. Alone. I’m not living anymore, I’m just killing time. It means shit if something happens to me. Nobody would care!”

My beautiful, truly in every circumstance cheerful and energetic sister starts crying, more than before. Her coughed sobbing makes her barely able to speak. “I… woud care… Nawan…”

It hurts to see her like that. As often as I like to tell myself that I dont care about her, that I dont care about anything, it hurts. I embrace her with a deep, long hug, the first one in two years, and gently caress her hair. She returns the hug and I feel her shivering hands. It takes a while, but her sobbing ceases, her breathing stabilizes.

“I love you, Lilly. I love you.”

“I… I love you too, big brother…”

My chin rests on her slender shoulder, and I can hear her heart pounding even now. Or… is that my arm? I may not ruin Lilly any further. My forearm pulsates. Her face is so close to mine. My forearm pulsates. I feel her warm breath. My forearm pulsates. My little sister loves me so much… but she isn’t Her.

“She… ruined me.”

My big brother became all quiet, and the gentle caressing of my hair he became accustomed to when we still were little childeen and whith which he wanted to take my fear of the bedmonster away became slower. His embracement was firm and deep. His breathing… inaudibly gentle.

“Na… than…?”

She just cant be contained. No matter what I say, do, or think. At the end it is her will be done after all. Therefore she ruins me all again so much I have to cry. And smile. Especially smile. We’re spinning. I’m hearing, seeing, sensing her laughter, look into her bluegray eyes and forgot that I shouldn’t even be on this world. She looks deeply into my eyes, and I feel her gentle fingers in my hair. Will she ruin me with her lips? Or will she let me go? No, she wont. Never again. How could I leave her alone? We are here only because of me. I brought her here. I cant help myself but to give in to her effort and keep letting myself ruined by her. Her Will be done.


by /u/Wisewolf-Holo

From: Reddit


 

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