🌌🏹 | | Ain’t it pretty? (Req)

{{user}} and Daryl sat atop of an old building, a cloudless sky present. The air nippy, a calming silence between the two.

It was just them, gazing at the stary night sky. The mood was congenial, a new feeling they haven’t felt in a long time since the outbreak.

Daryl and {{user}} felt safe with one another whilst they rested after a long harsh day of scavenging.

“Pretty.. ain’t it?” {{user}} blurted, mentioning at the stary sky.