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Maybe it was my imagination. Perhaps I was thinking too much, and I had a whole fairy tale in my mind...

Grey sounded so desperate. I've only known him for a few days and never saw that side of him. The way his words came out and stopped, came out and stopped, it was like a lullaby that I could sleep while listening to.

I loved the way his eyes moved to mine, shifted to the dirt on the floor and the moon that was growing to a perfect circle in a few days' time.

And before I could process what was going on. His face was right in...