Dying [43 of 100]
He felt Rose's hand slip into his own, and her warm body move closer to his, seeking refugee from the cold breeze that washed around them. He stared up into the night sky, eyes bittersweet.
"Look Rose," His voice was soft as he pointed out into the sky, "The eleven suns of Cazna." Rose peered up into the sky, following his line of gaze. The stars were a deep red, surrounded by clouds every colour of the spectrum. She had seen this before, she realized, on a program at homeā¦
"They're dying." She said softly, suddenly understanding.
He only nodded.
