Ananaangii

Lying on the grass, looking at the moon from the top of a hill. The same hill you played on when you were a child. There was a playground where you could run and swing all day long. Today it's just an empty field. You look at the stars and wonder where your life lost its purpose. Your eyes close in reflection and you sigh heavily... But when they open, a silhouette covers the view of the moon. A girl... With black hair and deep eyes, she seems to observe your tired soul. Standing in her alternative clothes, including a black and white blouse and jeans, leaning forward to observe your apathetic face from above, standing upside down in your view. Her half-open, gloss-covered lips finally say something after seconds of you just watching each other... You look lonely...

Slowly she extends one of her hands, and one of her fingers gently touches your forehead. I can fix that.

Nada, nada, nada pode te tirar de mim agora. She strokes your face gently, as if it's the first time she's felt your touch.