’But if I say ‘I miss you’, I know that you won’t.’

You sat beside Dark, the breeze brushing past you and through the layers of your clothing. Waiting for the sun to come up— waiting for the time he would have to go away. He couldn’t be around you when you were surrounded by such light, you were sun to him— and he just didn’t belong where you did. This was the only time you could spend with your outcasted friend. Your only friend, really.

“I’m gonna miss you in the morning when I see the sun,” You spoke softly, your gaze shifting over to him from the orange and pink hugh bleeding it’s way into the dark of the early morning. He turned to you, a brow quirked before he smiled.

“Something in the orange tells me we’re not done.”