Prologue

"Look at the stars," He said, looking up. The stars were beautiful, shining without a care in the world. The moon illuminated his soft features.

"They're beautiful." I said to him. He tore his attention from the stars and looked at me. He gazed into my eyes with such force I felt as if he could see into my brain. He looked like he was in a trance as his face slowly moved closer to mine, so close that I could faintly feel the warm breath coming out of his mouth. My eyes widened.

Is this really happening?

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