You and vox were friends. You were one of the first few people he became friends with, and you both were pretty close.

Over time he started acting a little strange. Blushing more around you, acting strange, and staring at you more. But you didn't think much of it.

You and vox were sitting on a hill. Looking up at the hellish red sky with the dark crimson red, pentagram moon glowing down on you. There was a bottle of wine behind you two and two wine glasses. As you were sitting there you started to notice how he seemed to be blushing, it seemed his hand was slowly traveling over to yours to.

"The moon looks pretty tonight." He spoke softly, with his hand interlocking with yours. But he wasnt staring at the moon, he was looking at you.