cwaenswys
cwaenswys:


He laid in the comfortable dark of night for what felt like hours thinking of nothing in particular. Sleep would not come for him tonight, lately he and Sleep were strangers. After some time of this nothing he rolled to one side, sat up, and drew back the heavy curtain. The city below was alive with light. Street lights glared up at the sky every ten feet of road. Shops long closed remained lit too. So that people wouldn’t forget they existed overnight. Lights lit up from windows and porches, head lights, tail lights, traffic lights. On into what seemed like infinity. The one place light was lacking was the sky. Where the horizon finally ended was just a gray blur that stretched up into blackness. Barely any stars were visible and there wasn’t a single cloud. The Moon hung all by herself, shining as a pale crescent. “Leave it to Man to drown out the brilliance of the Universe for convenience,” he thought. It wasn’t unhappiness that kept him up. Not truly. For all intents and purposes his life was one of privilege. He had many friends, a good education, a promising career, his parents loved him. Even so, here he was all alone in the dark on a Friday night. The only light in his apartment belonged to the blinking answering machine. It blinked in and out of existence meagerly. This was where he could still see her face and that brought him some measure of comfort all of his accomplishments and loved ones could not. In the seconds before her death she had been smiling, carefree. The headlights briefly illuminated her like an angel. It was out of his hands by then, but that didn’t make it haunt him any less. “All of these lights,” he thought as he threw the curtain over the window again, “and not a single one spared her.”

ghost-forge's part of our exchange :Dc

Before she drew the thing and then I wrote about it. This time I wrote the thing and then she drew it! :D

cwaenswys:

He laid in the comfortable dark of night for what felt like hours thinking of nothing in particular. Sleep would not come for him tonight, lately he and Sleep were strangers. After some time of this nothing he rolled to one side, sat up, and drew back the heavy curtain.

The city below was alive with light. Street lights glared up at the sky every ten feet of road. Shops long closed remained lit too. So that people wouldn’t forget they existed overnight. Lights lit up from windows and porches, head lights, tail lights, traffic lights. On into what seemed like infinity.

The one place light was lacking was the sky. Where the horizon finally ended was just a gray blur that stretched up into blackness. Barely any stars were visible and there wasn’t a single cloud. The Moon hung all by herself, shining as a pale crescent. “Leave it to Man to drown out the brilliance of the Universe for convenience,” he thought.

It wasn’t unhappiness that kept him up. Not truly. For all intents and purposes his life was one of privilege. He had many friends, a good education, a promising career, his parents loved him. Even so, here he was all alone in the dark on a Friday night. The only light in his apartment belonged to the blinking answering machine. It blinked in and out of existence meagerly.

This was where he could still see her face and that brought him some measure of comfort all of his accomplishments and loved ones could not. In the seconds before her death she had been smiling, carefree. The headlights briefly illuminated her like an angel. It was out of his hands by then, but that didn’t make it haunt him any less.

“All of these lights,” he thought as he threw the curtain over the window again, “and not a single one spared her.”

ghost-forge's part of our exchange :Dc

Before she drew the thing and then I wrote about it. This time I wrote the thing and then she drew it! :D