It was another cold winter evening, the fire ablaze in the fireplace. Pai Chan sat in front the hearth, dressed in silk pajamas, holding a cup of hot coco. She gazed into the flames as it crackled, lost in thought.

Akira.

A smile appeared on her lips, as a memory floated into her consciousness. She could see his serious brown eyes looking at her with such affection, making her blush. A sudden pall of melancholy falls upon her. Oh, how she missed him, longing for his muscular arms around her. She sips her coco, the color reminding her of his eyes.

A shiver suddenly envelops her, causing her to tremble. She places the cup on the table and gets up to see if the window is closed. She checks the latch, making sure it’s locked, when she looks up at the night sky. The full moon hung, dangling from the darkness, its light winking at her.

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I wonder if Akira is looking at the same moon, Pai thought, as she clutched a long, silky braid. She recalls him running his fingers along her braid, feeling the smoothness, before kissing her. She could still feel his lips, so soft and tender. She places a hand on the glass plane, her dark doe-eyes staring at the luminous orb, pining away for her faraway love.

A pale moon binds
Connecting two lost lovers
Bridging the distance