[No dark hour]

⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚

The both of you sat on your bed in your dark dorm room, illuminated only by a silver glow casted by the moon. It was silent, yet comfortable. The cool wind blew outside, but your closeness was enough to warm up the whole room.

You felt Makoto move closer to you, then felt the weight of his head on your shoulder.

"Y'know, I had a dream like this last night. We were on a cruise ship and we were staring out of a porthole, at a moon that lookked like it was made of ice. The other half melted and sank to the bottom of the ocean, and you said the moon was only eight inches thick."

Silence.

"You always have the weirdest things to say, you know? What do you mean the moon is only that small?" He followed.

⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚