A little sweetness and sorrow between an elf of the Moon Tribe and an earl's son.
His tiny gesture almost made me lose all my courage. I could only hear my own voice, as faint as a mosquito's buzz:
"...I don't want... you to hate me."
Silence, brief as it was.
The sound of him starting to walk again broke the silence, followed by words steeped in the night:
"Instead of saying you don't want me to hate you, why not just say you don't want anyone to hate you, Miss? I've never dared to think of myself as anyone special."
"N-no, that's not..."
I was tongue-tied, my face burning so hot it frightened even me. In the night, he walked farther and farther away without once looking back.
But was it just my imagination?
When the boy called me "Miss," the mocking title on his lips, he wore... a faint, sardonic smile.
His heart was still alive.
Published in Yilin: Light Novels, November 2012 issue.
Theme:
Come and score to make up the points (I was frightened by the author's eyes)
Ink, pitch black, seemingly endless. The moon is bright and clear, seemingly eternal. But these two opposing words turned into the spirit that was born looking at the moon - Mo Yue. Never see the sun, but bloom in the moonlight The condensed wings are pure and unstained by dust. But it was such a silver-haired elf who used his own life to turn into little stars of light, washing away the blood in Te Laner's eyes, revealing the original purity. The blue color is as clear as the clear sky, clean and flawless. However, she turned into nothingness. The stars scattered, and the sun poured down from the sky, bright and upright, warm and blazing, but she was no longer seen. Only Te Lan'er was left, lingering here, with deep nostalgia and sadness in her eyes. However, there is deep courage and persistence in his clear pupils. Looking up at the moon, it seems as if she is right in front of you, smiling like a flower; Bathed in the bright brilliance of the sun, it was as if she was right beside him, quietly feeling the warmth that she had only felt once, but was enough to remember for a lifetime. Maybe we can't stay together for a lifetime, But that shared memory is enough to look back on in the future. "The meeting of flowers and butterflies, Just for a moment on a sunny afternoon, But only for this moment, That's enough. Because I once loved. "