Pestilence
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The night the sun didn't go down but stayed to flirt with the moon was a night with much warning. That red light that pushed away his precious quiet night, and demanded the attention he gave his own thoughts.
She never gave him a moment's peace until she had cleared from his presence. And the peace that followed was not pleasant.
Really he just missed her.
And the sun sets red and the moon rises from its dead wanderings.
And the warmth of the day's fire met the cold of the night's calm and they danced.
A love story of torrid disaster. Of peaceful calamity, a fairytale that didn't end with a happy ending.
Because the sun set one last time, and the moon was alone again.
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