“Must you leave me?” Caelum mutters. His hand clings to your fingertips, a whisper of a touch.

“It is… torture, to see you but once a new moon.” It was bound to happen, he thought, falling for the patron of the Sun. After all, Caelum’s light was but only borrowed from you.

He longed to feel your warmth, to feel the rays of your sun wrapping around him in a tender embrace. It was all he had until the one day of each month you two could meet. Of course until then, Caelum always had a dark side.