Where moonlight seemed to illuminate the night, and the cold wind flowed gently through the open sky, the forest below glowed under the faint silvery light. It was a beautiful, peaceful sight—one that belonged to the city of Elves in the distance.
Though the lights of the elven city shimmered softly like stars upon the ground, Ash and Elysia were quite far from it, seated quietly on a cliff's edge that overlooked the forest canopy.
The two of them sat there, side by side, yet not speaking a word.
There was silence between them, and by now, five whole minutes had already passed. Still, neither had said anything.
Both of them were lost in their own thoughts, hearts strangely tense, thinking the exact same thing.
_Why isn't he saying anything…?_
_Why isn't she saying anything…?_
And then, almost as if their hearts were connected by an invisible thread, they both spoke at the same time.
"Ash."
"Nancy."
