Battle of the Sun - A short story

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As the sun began to fall over the city, I watched silently from a deserted wall alongside the busy road. The golden light engulfed the tips of the concrete towers that loomed around me like a cage from the natural beauty from behind them. I could almost smell the scorch marks coming from the burning rays that surrounded the sun. 

They were like big arms trying to hook into something to just make it hold on a little longer, just to keep me warm for a desperate minute more; it was no use. The buildings were too slippery, too stubborn to allow the light any hope before sinking. It was a beautiful yet saddening battle to witness. But I stayed to watch the fight unfold. To watch the sun lose like it did when every day came to a close. 

To watch the light fall and lose its battle.