My aunt had always said that if i stayed out in the moonlight, i would be betraying the mountain.

but as the traveling boy slept on my shoulder, his warmth against my cold skin, i wouldn't dare move.

he kept asking me how i could be freed.

but does he know, that when i'm free- i'll disappear? when a spirit is set free, we go to the abyss. there's no place we call home, especially after seven centuries.

i let my hand slowly ruffle through the traveling boys soft hair, his eyelashes laying peacefully near closed eyes. his lips soft and pure.

i was infatuated with the traveling boy, who i could never have.

┃it's gets worse tbh
┃14/04/18