Wednesday, June 3rd

He closed the door and stare outside the window for a long, long time, admiring the beautiful moon outside.

Behind his dark orange curtain, it shines really brightly, almost blinding.

He smiled, but stops when he felt the pain in his lips. Must've been from before, he thought silently.

He groans, but that little graze didn't stop him from gazing to the moon lovingly. His beautiful moon.

That night, he slept peacefully with a smile on his face.