3. Sunrise and Sunset

His hair was the colour of melted chocolate in the light from the fading sun.

Most people thought it was black, but you knew it had the smallest amount of brown in there.

(perhaps that was why you ate so much chocolate)

His body looked broken as it lay in the light of the dappled sunrise.

You moved your head higher up on the pillow so you could look at him, imperfect and perfect at the same time.

The angles of his legs and the contour lines of the scars that plagued his back formed a puzzle in your head that you couldn't quite work out.

(perhaps that was why you drank so much)