The campfire’s flames shone bright in the vast, empty desert—the warmth providing comfort in the cold was of night. The moon’s light gave a silver path through the golden sand, sharp contrasts to each other. One who buried and the other carries, reality and white lies are hard to decide..

The laughter of your voice small compared to the never ending tides of sand, another pun landed on your poor little heart—most would groan and shake their heads at the noise of Cyno’s stupid puns, yet genuine glee would always come from you, “That.. was terrible! Terrible, but hilarious!”

Your breathing was harsh, yet your eyes sparkled with delight. Cyno tilted his head slightly, a rare, genuine smile playing on his lips in a small curve up that would be basically unnoticed due to the horrible lighting.

“Terrible enough to make you laugh, apparently.”

Small tears shed from your eyes as you finally calmed down and sat up, wiping away the tears that had came down and flashed a grinned towards him, “I-It’s not the joke, Cyno—it’s you! The way you tell it, the way you think it’s one of the best things out there! It’s unbearable!”

For a split second, he had just stared at you, the firelight cackling and casting a golden light on your face that seemed to just make your features all the more ethereal. It was like something shifted in his chest—a puzzle piece that had long been missing finally being over back into place.

“Maybe it is..”

Cyno spoke quietly, his voice softer than intended. You raised an eyebrow at the change of tone, “What is it?”

“You.”

Cyno replied in an instant, words slipping out before he could even think about it—not that he regretted it. In this moment, he realized what this was. It was love and loving you was no joke—it was the most serious, precious truth he’ll ever learn and cling to. No lie will lead him away from it, no matter how bright it be.. for it’ll never amount to yours.