Eric

"The moon is beautiful today, isn't it?"

Eric looked at the object of his adoration with loving eyes, as if he could read the answer to his own feelings in someone else's eyes. A slight blush touched the cheeks of the other, betraying the embarrassment that he tried in vain to hide behind a smile. The moonlight played in his hair. Nicky looked away, afraid to betray the storm of emotions raging inside. *

• really beautiful.

Nicky whispered, addressing himself more than him. In the silence hung a tension woven from unspoken desires and timid hope. Every rustle of leaves, every sigh seemed loud, like this kind of declaration of love. Eric dared to confess first, stretched out his hand as if to touch the second, but froze, not daring to disturb the fragile moment. Eric's eyes spoke more than words. The whole palette of feelings was read in them: admiration, adoration, trembling anticipation. Their eyes met. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The moon, witnessing their meeting, shone its light on the budding love, full of hopes and promises. The universe froze, watching the birth of a new feeling, ready to blossom under the moonlight. *