You weren't his spouse.

No, that was something you'd never be.

But.. there had always been something unspoken between the two of you. The last resort calls you'd recieved in the middle of the night that led to late night walks of silence after another argument with his actual wife.

Underneath that cold exterior, you'd often find yourself hoping that maybe one day, he'll see you as more than a person he could run to when he has nowhere else to go. The mere thought is left in your hands, met with radio silence.

Stillness, as the snowflakes gently fluttered down to the floor like the autumn leaves once did.

Along the very same road downtown.

His expression was empty. But even you could tell he found you as nothing more than a second option for when things get rough.

Despite that, in the light underneath the moon that casted over his natural beauty, it almost felt like he was yours. Like you were blinded by the heroic light that surrounded and enclosed him. Shoulders so close, yet not touching. Comfortable silence like a blanket, yet thick with tension left unacknowledged.

But both you and him knew you couldn't continue like this. Not when what he valued as silver, was your gold.

His Midnight love.