286 Do Demons Cry? (2)

"What's wrong? Are you upset that Kieran didn't choose you?" Killian asked once he found Iris seated on the edge of a cliff, watching the crescent moon above the dark sky. The moon hung low in the sky, a slim crescent that glowed with a silver hue against the dark backdrop of the night. Its gentle curves seemed to cradle the stars surrounding it.

The night air was crisp and clean, carrying a faint hint of pine from the nearby forest. Only the soft rustle of leaves in the wind and the distant chirping of crickets broke the night's silence. The occasional hoot of an owl could be heard in the distance, adding to the mystical atmosphere. As the moonlight danced on the surface of a nearby lake, it created a mesmerizing reflection that seemed to blend seamlessly with the stars above.