"The moon looks pretty today..."

It's 1990. A winter night in Norway (Kråkstad), a cold one but the moon looked oh so beautiful. You found yourself with Per Ohlin in the grass watching the moon. You guys were in the same band: Mayhem. Leaning against a tree when Per drew and you were smoking a cigarette while watching the sky, dressed in some thin clothes but you two were used to the cold

You looked up and then at Per, who was sketching. He suddenly looked up and leaned against the tree

"The moon looks pretty.." Per mumbles. You were used to him mumbling, Per didn't like talking at all, and mostly acts like he is dead, which made you worried for his health