The desert, the cold moon, the sparse shadows, accompanied by the whimpering of the sand, rolled up the undulating ups and downs of the heart 'tide'.

Moses' breath was very close, and the golden-brown 'colored' eyes that were close at hand looked at me steadily, as if they were about to engulf me completely. The moonlight was like water, reflecting on his well-defined face, and his eyes were clear and clear, as if they were also dyed with water, containing an indescribable vein of affection.

I held my breath, my heart beat sharply, and my body froze in place, in his arms, less than an inch away from him, not knowing whether to go in or retreat. There was a scorching air flow in the depths of his body, scurrying around recklessly, shouting, hoarse, and longing, wanting to get close to him, get close to him, and kiss him.

In the dim light, as long as one movement, as long as one inch closer, thousands of entanglements will finally be blurred.

However, none of us moved, none of us closed our eyes, and we were in a stalemate, resisting the clouds and rain in our hearts with extreme silence.

The night is too empty, too quiet, too calm, as if it can be broken by any sound at any time. Emotional 'sex' can't overpower rational 'sex', I admit it, I'm afraid, but I'm still reluctant to retreat. If there is a well in the desert and you don't know how to pick up water, would you still like to meet him? Just as I met him, he met me, obviously close at hand, but separated by a thousand ravines.

Is there really a way to find another way to get well water?

Only the hum of the sand answered my heart's question.

It's a short moment, but to me, it feels like a century. After a long time, suddenly a gust of wind blew violently, and my eyes could not be opened any longer, so I finally lowered my head smoothly.

The stiff figure was broken, and the ambiguous and fiery atmosphere disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

When the wind stopped, Mosa held his breath and said in a voice that could not be softer: "Go back to sleep, tomorrow will be hard." ”

Still with that gentle voice, half of his face hidden in the darkness that I couldn't see clearly. I don't know if he also felt the irrepressible undercurrent under the silence and stalemate......

As he spoke, I withdrew my body intact from leaning towards him, and nodded silently.

Like the sound of the wind, like the fragments disappearing, even my mood is bleak, scattered in the dark places that belong to the corners.

It's like a dream.

Originally, I went out for a walk because I couldn't sleep, but now I come back from a walk, but I can't sleep anymore. The smell of Moussa was especially on my cheeks, and I remembered the slightly clumsy but very attentive portrait of the figure, the gentle explanation of the go-kart he leaned down to teach me, the sumptuous iftar he pretended to receive casually, the slightly itchy feeling of his stubble touching his fingertips, and the 'temptation' and 'bewilderment' that was fluttering between the moments......

There is also a sense of loss when I lowered my head and staggered, and my heart suddenly contracted......

The chaotic breathing and heartbeat are especially present, and the thoughts are already lightning, and they are becoming clearer.

I knew I was falling.

The composure of the force, those lazy politeness, and deliberate cover-up, just don't want to 'show' their lost mind. At this moment, thinking that he was in another small tent a few meters away from me, I unconsciously shrunk into a ball, as if cold sand and dust were spreading and surging around, gradually drowning my whole body and mind.

The pain that I realized after realizing it came upside down, and it also fixed my thoughts that were entangled back and forth.

Moussa. Moussa.