The night was dark and cold, but the moon shined beautiful and powerful, spreading the darkness away. They were both sitting there, in complete silence, looking up at the moon. She was thinking there are no such things as fairy tales, he was thinking some things are better left unsaid, she was feeling hope had left the planet, he was feeling restless. She was feeling robbed of her words, he was feeling a scratch in his throat.
"The moon looks splendid tonight", he said.
"Ahamm" she nodded.
The old city clock stroke midnight, both of them heard the strong sound, but not one nerve of their bodies moved. They were both breathing the same air.
"As long as I don't move, it isn't midnight yet." they both thought, however neither of them said a word, they kept looking up.
Neither of them actually saw the moon.
The proud cat looked up and thought:"the moon looks sad tonight".
