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Day Two
Day Two began in the moonlight because he'd be damned if his days revolved around some fiery ball of gas billions of miles away. Its silvery glow lit her like she was made of moonbeams and stardust. Her lips thinned in concentration, and a worried line etched into her brow that had settled in when Rick pulled her aside to talk. He leaned forward to rest on the butt of his bow; a question simmering in his eyes as he gazed at her (it was the seventh time in four minutes—he had a lot of stolen glances that he fought against taking to make up for).
Even if he wanted to he couldn't stop himself from looking at her. She pulled him like the moon pulled the tide. And he felt as big as an ocean when he was next to her—deep and bottomless with pits of darkness that he longed to discover and pull up the bits of him that laid buried for years. He wanted to hold the broken crags in his hand and show them to her, so she could see his truth and find it beautiful anyway.
She answered the question he hadn't asked with decisive words. In a murky shadow she tried to hide away. He twitched at the pull to reach out and shake the fog off, but conceded to her instead. She was always better at pulling people back into the light, but he'd find a way to illuminate her again. He had to. He'd try.
A rustle in the leaves, disquieting and small, had him to his feet. Pivoting slightly, he guarded her as best he could.