Nights used to be her sanctuary. A place to burrow into, pretending that tomorrow would see a lighter shade of black. Where serenity was tucked away in a corner of solitude.
Until he found her. He, the beautiful juxtaposition making her feel safe yet turning her world upside down. A source of calm that sent her heart racing.
Then nights became time for restless dreams, because now the yearning followed the sun and the moon, and only the feeling of him on her skin could wash away her craving.
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