He came with the storms and left with the sun.
My fear was ridiculous.
My lover never stayed.
Our time together was short, months of silence fell in between.
My lover was my storm.
My thunderstorm.
note: Possible two-shot :)
I looked outside; the sun had set but the light remained. That little moment when the light still covers the sky before night swallows it up, that tiny moment in time is when the sky truly looks majestic.
I feel the same way, this little time before the night takes me away. Everything that begins will end somehow, somewhere...
"Will my end be just an end?" He asked himself,
Little did he know, his end was only the beginning