Hushed Willows He's a tramp

The silence was short lived, but it didn't bother her too much. She glanced at him as he asked the question. She frowned slightly, then looked up at the bright moon, lonely as ever in the sky, despite the stars that loomed around it. She sighed and said softly "He was... different back then. Before, I mean." a pained smile came to rest on her face before she continued. "He was kind and loving and never failed to make me smile. But we grew apart, slowly. I guess we were never meant to be."