He is looking up at the moon, leaning on the railing, you open the doors to the balcony and walk in, the breeze is cool, the night sky reflecting off an almost blue hue. you ask him "Why are you up? you should be getting sleep...." you say groggily, still tired, he just looks at you, his cold red glowing eyes almost piercing through you. "Insomnia, plus, the sky is beautiful tonight...."
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