So one day i asked one of my besties to tell me a story and this is the result and with their permission of course i am pleased to present their little story.


It's dark, your skin is chilled under the soft feeling of your clothing. The gentle touch of your scarf cushioning the solid feel of the ground. You open your eyes to a dark, deep blue sky slashed with black. The studded shine of stars. You sit up feeling light headed. All you can see is grass and open area highlighted with dim silver light from the moon. You inhale a cold breath as your body slowly warms, easing the weight of your clothes off of you. You stand up, slightly swaying at your own inbalance. Your chest feels heavy and deep. Deep as the ocean and as warm as the touch of tea to your throat. Blinking a few times, you make out the gray contrast of a rock in the silver light. Making your way to it is difficult as your legs haven't fully regained feeling. Leaving a light empty feel beneath you, but heavy. The closer you get to the rock, the heavier your head feels. You collapse. Looking up, you see the stone. It's large. Rolling over you see the moon. It's waning leaving it an awkward oval shape. White, blinding with dimples in it's flesh. If only you could touch it. It feels so close, and so cold. You close your eyes and breath. The air is cold, almost too cold to breath. You sit up and open your eyes, looking to your right just past the rock. Is a concrete structure. The corners and openings shaded a pitch black by the moonlight. You get up and walk towards it. The uneven and dented land causes you to trip and stumble. You make it halfways there when you stop. The weight of your clothes slowly increasing as it becomes more difficult to lift your feet. A sense of emptyness comes over you. It feels empty, yet stuffed. You let your head fall forward, bringing your body down with it. You barely feel the impact, your body growing colder. You close your eyes, slowly letting go of the sight before you. The concrete structure and the silver moonlight peeking through some grass as your eyes shut. Your arms suddenly get warm as the rest of your body turns ice cold. You let go of that final sight before you closed your eyes. Allowing yourself to slip away, feeling your hearing and senses being dragged away.