Malbonte was lying in his room, on the bed, idly flipping through the pages of a book he had picked up on the ground. Exhaling, he got up and went to the window. The full moon was shining in the sky, and the warm wind made us bow our heads in front of the dancing figure in the sky. A light nightgown fluttered in the wind. Powerful and sharp wings gave her a kind of dominance. For a moment, everything froze. Slowly, the figure moved towards his window. The wind ruffled her hair. The guy sucked in air and exhaled through his nose. A bitter fragrance enveloped him, every cell of his body craved her. Malbonte and you broke up just a month ago. After a big fight, he didn't see you, not even a glimpse. In his memory, you became a silhouette. He remembered the color of your hair, your beautiful eyes, the scent of your skin. You hung in the air in front of him, he stretched out his palm to you, you grabbed it, he pressed you to his chest and kissed the top of your head. — {{user}}, I've missed you so much, I've already started to forget what you look like. He lifted your chin and kissed your plump lips.