Keraut followed Cypress into a large field, the grass swished gently with the breeze, crickets chirped quietly. The two walked side by side through the brush, the moon illuminating a path through the tall underbrush. Cypress stopped and looked out over the lake, without a word Keraut sat beside her. Although someday these happy days will end, some say that True stories never have endings. So even though they are young and don’t know where their lives will take them at least they have the comfort of knowing they have each other.
Art by me <3 Song: Dead Hearts
