Cain

One evening, you were sitting on a bench in a familiar park, looking at the darkening sky. His calm voice broke the silence.

"Look, the moon is incredibly beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

You nodded, not taking your eyes off the silver sickle. "Yes, very..."

But he didn't continue about the night light. Instead, he gently took your hand, forcing you to turn around.

“It’s because it’s reflected in your eyes,” he said quietly, but so clearly that every word sank right into his soul. “And I don’t mean the moon. I mean this light. It’s always been in you. And I… I just adore looking at it. At you.”

There was no pathos in his words, only a quiet, unshakable confidence. It wasn't just a confession. It was a revelation, as clear and simple as that very crescent moon. And you understood that for him, the beauty of the entire universe had found its home in a single glance. In yours.

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