As the moon, that shined into its fullness, illuminated the dark he fixed his eyes on hers, those

bright blue eyes that he always ver uttered a word. The only sound that they both heard were the irped, as if they were serenading all souls present in that very that he loved her. Nothing really changed that.

and cold park, liked. No one e crickets who ch place. He knew

The girl started sobbing. Her blue eyes now flooded with bitter tears, her smile crumpled, the happy song of the crickets now turned into a mournful elegy and t he night turned darker and darker. With full hesitation, the guy tried to dry her tears. He tried to pat her should ers, be the guy he needs, the guy he loves, the guy that will turn all her tears back to laughter, her elegies into lovely odes. He tried to make her feel his l ove. But the girl did not respond, as if the guy was invisible, incorporeal, inexiste nt. He tried to touch her face, she did not respond. He tried to call her name b ut it seemed she never heard his voice. The girl stood up, dried his tears with the sleeve of her dress and walked away. The guy looked at the moon as the clouds uncovered it, raised his hand to reach that big glowing disc in the dark sky.