The Moth Diaries

„You know...“ His breath smelled like rum. „There was once a boy, who pretended to be a shadow, with no beginning or ending. His mouth was so big, but his voice was rather small and so he was never heard.“ Andy‘s legs tangled with yours, big toe scrapping at your shins.

„ He was as pale as a moth with white fever dreams plaguing his sleep and he was haunted or maybe cursed as he was fading away“