Novel & Cerita Sunrise Aesthetic

His gaze went past me and up toward the horizon and his grin shifted into an all out smile. I turned my head from him to see a golden ball of fire rising up over the dark blue water. The sky was awash in blues, pinks, golds, and oranges that stole my breath away. It was possibly the most stunning sunrise I had ever seen. I glanced over at him again. The sunlight was bathing him in total glory, accenting the strength of his cheekbones and the golds in his hair. His shoulders were relaxed as he soaked in the morning light, absorbing it's radiance. His smile was almost brighter than the sun and just as beautiful. When he smiled, it was better than the sun coming up. It made my heart beat faster

He was oozing with sex appeal and gifted with a handsome face! Huh? Crap! He’s attracting me too much that my mind kept thinking weird things. What I was trying to point out was, he’s too gorgeous – one trait that a narcissist has. Don’t you think? He looks egoistic too! Judgmental much, Dawn? “Fierce and glorious, dazzling and intense. Just like the sunrise.” He continued and ended it with a smirk. “You’re not a kitten, you’re a lioness.” I simpered. “Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Caleb. Why are you here?”

Gold bled into soft orange. Light crept across the world like it was waking up just for them. Ashley slowed at a ridge overlooking the desert—the same ridge they had surveyed weeks ago. The others pulled up behind her, engines killed one by one until the only sound was the wind curling around them. She took off her helmet. So did they. The sunrise cracked across the horizon… a raw, blazing line of fire. Ace let out a low whistle. “Hell of a view.” Cole stepped beside her, awe stretching across his face. “Feels like… the start of something.”

The back of my neck prickled as I followed the voices, my coffee forgotten in favour of seeing if Ares’s voice was among the others. I pulled my cloak flush to my sides as I stepped out of the front doors and into the snow. The sun was just barely starting to rise, the horizon paling into shades of peach and tangerine. I paused and stared at the colours for a moment, my breath catching in my throat. It was so rare to see anything other than endless swathes of white and grey here that anything new, anything different, appeared even more beautiful. I would miss seeing in colour almost as much as I would miss Ares, when I…