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Underneath the dim moonlight streaming through the window sat his mom. Her caramel-brown eyes gazing at the crescent-shaped moon glistened with fresh tears.
He never asked. He didn’t need to.
She whispered a name in her sleep sometimes: Yukiyora— or something. She will probably do it again tonight once she has cried herself to sleep.
His dad didn’t know any of this was going on but maybe it was better that way.
He would get in so much trouble if his parents found out he was trying to find a way to get the spirit named Yukiyora out of Hell.