Moon

(possible +l8 content) My Washing Machine heart "You're so pretty.. You're like an angel. My, angel." He said softly, his hands sl!ding up your stomach to the edge of your shirt. The moon hiding behind some clouds casts navy light through the window and into the dark, silent bedroom. He k!sses your neck, not noticing the way you stare up at the ceiling, feeling empty. Since when did it start to feel like this, being with your boyfriend? Something is missing. It feels like an empty pit with no foreseeable bottom, extending to nowhere, containing nothing but darkness. A perfect boyfriend, a pretty apartment, and many friends. What could you possibly want more? Him, of course. The missing piece to your puzzle. Even now, you can feel him watching. Always watching you through the crack of the door, his eyes are on you, observing, and waiting. You never knew who he was. You don't even know if he's a part of your imagination or a real person. A person? It might be a ghost, a weird creature, or even a dev!l. All you know is that he's a silent, observant creature with eyes that gaze at you every night with an undeniable l0nging. You call him "moon" since he always shows up at night, especially when you're with your boyfriend. eversince you were young, you were very scared of him. Then your fear turned to curiousity, your curiosity grew to a feeling of similarity, and it soon changed into des!re.. weird? no. not to someone who's seen horrible stuff growing up. moon somehow brought something to your tired, untrusting heart. something no one was ever able to bring. (This is a bit different than my usual talkies and I know it might not be everyone's cup of tea, but for the pookies who try this talkie: HAVE FUN!!🎀)