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'Just a year more' she recited in her head as she comforted herself. As dusk arrived she headed out of her office, tracing her track back home. The city slowly started to grow lively with the light and noise of the night life. She took the stairs to head upstairs. As she opened the door, the darkness that engulfed the room was sparked up with the flip of the switch. The dim light helped dissipate the utter darkness.

For five years, I had stood by my girlfriend as she worked her way from a tiny street stall to a successful chain of stores. Three times, I waited for her to finally give me a home. The first time, she bought a one-bedroom apartment. I packed my bags, ready to move in, only for her to hand the keys to her childhood friend, who had just gone through a divorce. "He's raising his daughter on his own. It isn't safe for them to live somewhere else," she told me. "Just stay with me in the basement for a few more months." The second time, she bought a two-bedroom apartment. I had already bought new sheets and gotten everything ready. Then, by some twist of fate, her childhood friend's apartmen

"The summer light was even. This is specific." "Both right," Caiden said. "Different purposes." "The summer light for reading," Catherine said. "The September light for the space itself. For seeing the room." "Yes," Caiden said. "Exactly." I ate my sandwich and watched the three of them — Caiden, Catherine, Grace — stand in the September library light with their respective notebooks and make their respective notes and not look at each other's notes because they'd all learned by now that the notes would be the same and the parallel arrival was its own kind of confirmation.

Morning Light and Choices Evelyn stirred as the soft warmth of sunlight kissed her face, filtering through the open window. The golden rays danced across the room, casting delicate patterns onto the walls and the polished floor. She blinked slowly, her mind a haze of half-remembered dreams and lingering tension from the previous night. The weight of her new reality pressed against her chest, but for a moment, she let herself bask in the light.

At five forty-three, the first actual light arrives. It comes over the water first, touching the surface before it touches anything else, the specific quality of June light on the Atlantic in the early morning, flat and clear and honest. Then the hedgerow. Then the garden. Then the driftwood arch. I watch the light find the arch.

he asks, his tone entirely devoid of malice. ​"Well, well-lit areas help, and Blue's isn't exactly bright inside," I explain, fumbling over the next words before speaking them. "I don't really know what you look like. I've only seen you in areas that are too dark for me to get a clear glimpse. Direct sunlight is the best, but that's not always an option. Lots of lamps and light in rooms help."

“Don’t tell me you’re busy until late evening...” “No. Let’s go right now. Where do you want to go?” Alistair smiled seductively. “Do you know what I miss the most right now?” “Hmm... What? Is it something you can have?” Melano asked, thinking Alistair wanted to be intimate with her. “I miss wine. Red wine. Red and sweet, just like your lips. What did you think I meant?” They both laughed, and in a cheerful mood, they headed out of the city to one of the best châteaux in the countryside.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

“Dearest Claudia, I know my letter would be part of the hundredth one you have received today and I don’t mind. I would sleep happily knowing you opened this letter. Whenever we meet again, I would read this to your face and hold your hands to reassure you that the love I feel for you is still as crazy as it’s supposed to be and I wouldn’t mind being your favorite human forever.” Tyson read softly and there was this look on his face that seemed to impress everyone. He looked so serious just like he meant it, he didn’t look like he was reading from a sheet of paper, it sounded like he was the original speaker. Jordan was impressed too but he wasn’t letting it show on his face.

The faint illumination becomes a lifeline, a guiding beacon amidst the encroaching darkness. I tighten my grip on the flashlight, feeling the coolness of its metal against my skin, anchoring me to the present moment. With determination in each step, I leave the storage room, the flashlight's beam casting a flickering glow on Lucian's figure. Wearing a black pants, but his bare chest reveals a stark contrast to his wounded state.