Twilight

Alex wasn't a day person.

And actually, he wasn't a night person either.

With the sun shining high, Alex's spirits were low. With a clear, bright view of the world, he was able to see just how much he had lost. The gentle rays of the sun shone through the suspended dust particles floating throughout all of the rooms of his empty, silent house, exposing just how alone he truly was.

When the moon was up, though, it wasn't any better.

In the dark, memories came to him, twisting his dreams and thoughts and making him so deathly scared, that even if he couldn't get to sleep, he couldn't fully stay awake either. Nightmares hunted him when his eyes were closed, monsters of the past, twisted into bloody things with claws of bone. But even when his eyes were open, he was still dreaming.

So no, the night certainly wasn't his favourite time either.

No, Alex lived for the twilights. He lived for the twilights, the dawns, the dusks, and the afterglows. He lived for the time of change, when the sun was just peeking over the hills, painting the sky in washes of orange and pink and red and every hue in between.

He lived for the times when he didn't have to be afraid.