I walk with you, down the fields. The moonlight shone through the clouds, refusing their ethereal beauty to be blocked by measly clouds. There was me, you, Omana, Sora, Lucy, Adeyline, and Kora. I heavily despised the sunrise. I preferred the moonlight. I didn't know why.

"Thanks for convincing me to see the moonrise. It's so dreamy, honestly," Kora whispers, clutching her hands. "Agreed!" Sora cheered, jumping up and down. "But I like the sunrise more. It's even more dreamy." "Meh, moonrise for me. Symbolic. Poetic." Lucy suggested. Adeyline was reading her horomance (horror and romance) book quietly whilst she sat down beside us. Omana was near the water, running her slender, dark fingers through it.