Chapter Thirty-Eight: Days In Color// Goodbye
You know the time I told you your eyes were like chocolate, Lyon?
I lied.
They're not. They never were. They're like gold. The darkest depths of the earth highlighted by a million sunsets, each a different shade and intensity than the last. They're soft, and warm, and harsh, and cold, and flash like lightening when you're mad. They're the dirt and the dust and the stars all combined into one.
But now they're just dull and gone, and so are you.
So are you, so are you.
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The Moth
Teen FictionNoel Lane is a worn-out college student, spending nights on his rooftop looking for answers in the silence and sky. When a strange girl with broken eyes and a soft smile appears one night, he's intrigued. She claims she's a "moth," drawn to other...
