"hi," he had said shyly, in an accent she couldn't quite place her finger on.
she envied the way the words rolled off his tongue so easily. in all her seventeen years of living, she had come across hundreds of words, phrases, and sentences.
and in that moment she asks herself, "why is it that i cannot speak?"
YOU ARE READING
The Other Side Of The Moon
Short Story❝ hey moon please forget to fall down ❞ ⦅ will scrap soon ⦆
