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# 𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 𝙺. ┊ ᥫ᭡ neutral reader!
NIGHT AND DAY contrast each other, they were two different worlds. Whereas during dawn, the brightest star, the sun, woke from its slumber. (Casting their warmth upon us.) Dusk portrayed the pitch black sky. Small stars painting the sky, as we watch the moon together. The stars lit up the sullen night, as the moon basked in all its glory. And yet, the sun was always in a world of it's own. A breeze whirling the leaves, threatening to fall down.
Just as the sun needed the moon, the moon loved them dearly. The indescribable warmth I felt in his arms, I love it. He is my sun. Bokuto, he was simply in his own world. And I am his moon. (As the moon loved the sun so much, they would die over and over so they sun could breathe.) I love you.
"He's my everything, I don't know what I'd do without him," I spoke softly to the moon. Yet, I can't help but feel like he heard everything.
