AN: Disclaimer: I do not own TVD. Written for a word prompt. My word: Night.
Rose walked out into the night, taking in a breath of air. She looked up at the all too familiar moon and sighed. She was tired of the moon. She missed the sun. She missed being human.
Although she grew tired of the night, the moon, and the stars, Rose still stepped outside, because the night was the only times she could actually get some fresh air without turning into a crisp.
So she decided to enjoy it while it lasted. Enjoy it until she had to go running back inside to hide from the beautiful light once again.