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Night Light

Night Light

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"Why call me a thief if I pay?" I asked. I had broken into the same coffee shop as I always do when I look for an escape from my world. My world, dark, colorless, and full of hate. This coffee shop puts a dent in my dreary moods, with it's moon light color and smells, and the imaginary sounds that only exist in my head. I loved this place of escape. It belongs to Day people, so naturally, I can't see it in action. I blame the stupid curfews that split us into two social groups, the Day and the Night. Each group getting a total of thirteen hours to enjoy the outdoors, with an hour in between for clean up, everything is separated. I live on the right side of the street, with the rest of the night people in my town. This coffee shop, is on the left. Oh, how i wish that I could see it in the daylight for once, filled with the laughing, colorful people of the Day. I had no idea that my wish would come true, sadly, it came with a terrible price.
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I wanted to tell him that I knew his favorite book, and his coffee order, and the way he clicked his pen when he was deep in thought. I wanted to tell him I knew that he sleeps on the right side of the bed and eats on the left side of the table. I wanted to tell him that I knew his worries, dreams and fears. I wanted to tell him that I knew he loved me too. I wanted to see his laugh, and know that I was the reason. I wanted to make him smile, just to see those dimples that lay heavenly on his face. I wanted his eyes to light up in joy- I wanted to see him happy. I wanted to tell him that I prided myself in the fact that I had memorized all the freckles on his skin, how his freckles birthmarks created their own galaxies of planets and stars. I wanted to tell him I would be there for him, on the bad days too. I wanted to tell him he could call be at 3:46 in the morning and just complain, I'd completely understand. I wanted to tell him that he had completely beguiled me; that he was my entire world. I wanted to tell him that I love him more than anything I had ever known. I wanted to run to him, to hug him. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me and never let me go. I wanted to never leave him. I wanted to rule by his side, as his Luna. Instead, I just turned my back in order to not let anyone see my tears. I walked away from the love of my life, for what? For fate? For destiny? Or for some foolish trick that I was walking myself into? No matter the reason, I walked away from him with tears in my eyes and sorrow in my heart. I never wanted to walk away again. He was my mate and all I wanted was him.

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