Based off a starter prompt from a friend, "The candle flame flickered in the wind and I froze until I realized the changing shadow was my own." 100 word drabble. Don't own, never will.
D.R.
The candle flame flickered in the wind and I froze until I realized the changing shadow was my own. It wasn't as though I should be expecting anything else aside from my own shadow; it wasn't as though my heart should dare to hope that there would be anyone else's there. He didn't come here anymore, and soon he would fade from my thoughts as I had clearly long since faded from his. I had finally grown up, and with that thought I blew out the candle in the window and the flame of my childhood for the last time.