“Wow, it’s so beautiful!” I sighed. A paper white half moon hovered right in front of my eyes. We lay on a shallow hill. Ben looked down at me, his lavender eyes shining.
“I know, I used to love coming here.” He whispered. I looked up at him.
“You live here?”
“Used to,” He corrected. “I travel from place to place. Never staying to long.”
“Really? Why?” I asked.
“I guess because life catches up on me,” He sighed.
“I don’t get you.”
“I hope you never will”
I narrowed my eyes.why did he have to be so mysterious?
“I wish I knew more about you,” I shifted my weight so I could see him directly. “How old are you?”
“Nineteen”he replied with a stern expression.
“What’s your mother’s name?”
“Her name was Autumn,”
I noted the was, and glanced down. “Your father?”
“I don’t remeber, it was so long ago that I last saw him.” He brushed a stand of hair away from my face.
“Enough about me, what about you.” He rasped.
“Well. . .” I began.