The boy in the moonlight

He stood there. A silohette against the moonlit sky. His sandy blonde hair sweeping down to his shoulders, his face soft and still, as the dazzling gaze of his emerald eyes burrowed deep into mine.  His hand reached out, a perfect, stone hand. My heart was pounding, as I grabbed hold. He pulled me close and i could see now the sharpness of his cheeks as the wind howled in my ear. I leaned forward, his lips centimetres from mine. I took a deep breath, inhailing the heavinly scent of his beautiful skin. Then we kissed...

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