he's third attempt to be with her, failed, yet again.
she had spoken the same sentence every time he tried to stay longer during the dusk and made the world suffer.
'go,' her voice sounds as soft as silk.
'fate had put us apart. you light the day and i guide the night. we cant be together,' her words is as sweet as honey, yet as bitter as can be.
the night dust brushed past them as the wind howled.
he wanted to protest and put his desire first but the silkiness of her voice made him agreed and sink yet again to the horizon.
