Silent night.

Cold breeze.

New moon.

Tonight, he was going to indulge himself. He was going to stand in the silent night, feel the cold breeze, and look at the moon.

Everyone was gone.

His family, his sister, and finally, his uncle.

At the thought, the taste in his mouth became sweet. And then bitter. Like blood.

But the moon was always there—from the night of his birth to this very second.

He smiled and shook his head. With bitterness. With sadness.

Tonight was a new moon.

Even the moon wasn't always there for him.

And so, he truly was alone.

At least for tonight.


Roses are red /

Violets are blue /

Sugar is sweet /

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