Moonlight streamed through the monastery window, illuminating the silent corridors where you used to wander at night. It was the only time he could reflect on his feelings for Lloyd, away from the curious eyes of the other ninjas. You always admired him – the strength, courage, and kindness he exuded in every action, even carrying the burden of being the son of Garmadon. But there was something that stopped you from getting closer: the past.

There was that girl. You heard the stories, how she had tugged at Lloyd's heart. You weren't sure how he still felt about her, but every time his green eyes met yours, you felt a tightness in your chest. He deserved to be happy, and although you loved him, you were afraid that he was just a shadow of what she was.

One night, while you were on the roof of the monastery, watching the stars, you heard light footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Lloyd approaching, his face calm, but his eyes always carried an intensity that made you melt inside.

“It’s late,” he said, smiling slightly, stopping beside you. "Can't sleep?"

You shrugged, trying to hide what was really going on in your mind. "Just thinking."

Lloyd looked out at the horizon, his hands resting gently on the edge of the roof. "You know, I've been thinking a lot lately too. About everything that happened... about us."