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Jack likes the days more than he likes the nights.
She likes to think it is the Sun that endears daytime to him. Or that maybe it's the children that come out sometimes and play until they're too cold to function. Maybe it's the way the snow glistens in the light.
She likes to think that.
But, really, deep down, she thinks it's just the lack of the Moon.
Sometimes, no matter if it's day time, the Moon is visible in the sky, encroaching on the Sun's territory. The Man in the Moon's light is dim, during the day, and hardly noticable, unless you are Jack.
Jack always notices the Moon.
Sometimes, instead of waiting for the night, they chase the Sun all the way around the earth until they are back at their starting position, and then they do it all over again.
And that's alright. She likes the Sun. She likes the light and the shining and the laughter in Jack's voice when he sees children.
Because when she's in the dark...
She isn't very nice.
Nothing's ever nice in the dark.
Gold eyes glow out of shadows. The eyes are everywhere, in every shadow.
The uncertainty she feels regarding their manifestation makes her all the more nervous.
She wants to be back with the Sun.