seeing him with someone else made her unhappy at first but she knew that not everything would turn out the way everyone wanted it to be. waving at them across the street was hard; having a conversation with them was hard; looking at the same moon as they did was hard too.
giving him up? that was easy. because even if everybody wants to gulp down every little bit of it in the bottle, there would be that one person who would have her small blissful taste before passing it onto the next person. after all, there were plenty of other bottles of different shapes, sizes, and flavour, weren't there?
one half for you; one quarter for me.
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The Other Side Of The Moon
Short Story❝ hey moon please forget to fall down ❞ ⦅ will scrap soon ⦆
