It was a night when the crescent moon blossomed.
The clouds hung low, sinking endlessly, making them feel closer than ever.
Beneath them, the field of grass reflected the moonlight, exuding an inexplicable clarity.
It was that kind of night.
A night where the moon shone brightly.
A night where the sky was beautiful.
A night where the wind felt exquisite.
And—
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
A night where I liked you.
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