kiwi

The moon poured its bluish-silver glow over her, and she lifted her gaze to it. She followed the strands of light that drifted across the night sky, as though spun by unseen hands, like threads of quiet magic. For a moment, it carried her away from the wreckage of her world, away from the ache she bore.

From a distance, he watched her. The faint glimmer of silver lit his eyes, softening his face as he wove the moonlight for her. He saw the way her gaze sparkled at the sight, not knowing it was him she was looking at—him she was unknowingly reaching for.