Sunset.

The orange glow of the room, the dusky blue under it.

And he was dipping below the horizon.

It went quick, a sunset. Slow if you kept your eye on it, lingering like it couldn't bear to leave, but if you looked away it slipped and then it was gone.

A creeping cold was at his feet. Night. But he held on. Kept his gaze on his sun, blazing white and intense.

She gave him warmth. She gave him reason.

She made a sun rise.

And then it was night.