The bright moon on a summer night is far away, but I only see the white shadow in your eyes and me.
When the desolate you met the whirring me, it was like wheat ears dyed with sparks, igniting a prairie fire and extinguishing thousands of miles of dry yellow. But between you and me, all we care about is whether the first button of the collar is fastened.
"I'm here to help you. Will you be home late?"
Disadvantages: jerky writing, he ending, BL aesthetics
Purpose: I want to take a step forward in worshiping this literary field