Kelsi hated the dark. It scared her. A silly childhood fear that she had never gotten over. She hated the way it hid everything, and anything could be happening and she was left oblivious.
The first time she had gone on a date with him, he had walked her home in the dark. They talked and laughed, and he made her feel less alone. Even though it was in the dark, Kelsi wished her house was further away.
The first time he told her he loved her, they had sat in her backyard watching the stars for hours. Kelsi stopped hating the dark then.
The night that she heard the life-changing news, he sat in the dark with her for hours, holding her and trying to take away the pain. By the time she had stopped crying, the last thing she remembered before falling asleep in his arms was that the dark didn't seem so bad anymore.
Ugh, that was awful, I wrote it in like, 2 minutes flat, don't blame me. For all of the two people who care, sorry about not updating. I had massive writer's block. The prompt was dark, in case you didn't guess.