Chapter two! That was quick! Anyways, really hope you like it, please review, I really appreciate it since this is my first fic collection and I would like to know how to improve. Thanks for reading though!

Oh and, I obviously do not own Spirited Away. Duh.

Sunset

Chihiro gazed out into the purple, orange and pink twilight sky. The sunset was especially gorgeous this evening, she thought to herself. The rays of the now half-hidden sun were turning everything to gold, from the tips of the treetops, to the roofs of houses below hers, to the cars on the street; while the clouds seemed ablaze with their own liquid fire in the colors mentioned aforehand. At this moment, everything Chihiro could see looked as if it were enchanted, as if enveloped in some mystical haze, as if some fairy magic had been set free at last with the last rays of the dying sun.

Watching the sunset had become for Chihiro more of a ritual than a habit. Every evening without fail, she would watch the world transform as the sun painted it with its brilliant palette, in a last gesture of glory before night fell. And every evening, she would imagine that this briefly transformed world was indeed another world, so close and yet so far from her own. She would remember her friends from that other world. She would wonder what they were doing right now, possibly waking up to get ready for another night's worth of customers, or else they were already awake and getting busy for the long night of work.

She would dream, and imagine, and oh! How she longed to be with them, instead of in this dull world which was supposed to be her own, but was not where her heart lay; this world which only seemed magical when the sun set, before falling to night and then morning again. Each day, she would wait for the sunset, and each sunset, she would let her imagination take her to the world where she truly belonged, away with those she loved.

As she gazed out into the sunset, lost in her musings about her friends-who were rather more like family-, and her dreams about a dragon –who was a bit closer to her heart than just a friend-; she wondered, as always, if they remembered her, and if they ever dreamed of the young girl who had once wandered into the spirit world, but was a bit older now. It had been years since her journey, but she never forgot, and never would.

Little did she know, on the other side of the barrier between worlds, in that world which she loved- sat a dragon, also watching the sunset every evening, thinking about her, wishing and imagining she was still there.