a whisper of words

it's a metaphor, you see.


28. roxana




roxana, she was the moon. she lit up the night sky and danced with the stars. some nights she'd disappear and you'd be surrounded by complete darkness. you felt lost without her. but then she'd appear again and guide you home. you didn't care whether she was a full moon, half moon or crescent. you didn't care that sometimes she only showed a part of herself and hid the rest behind the clouds. you didn't care as long as she didn't disappear forever and leave you in the dark. you were afraid of a night without the moon, and you were afraid of a life without her.

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