The Short Night
The night creeps slowly 0through the barren streets, engulfing everything in its dark embrace. To dark for even shadows to play hide, the only sound echoing through the deserted city is the eerie wailing of the wind.
The eerie wailing of her. The very woman he was looking for. She stood under the flickering streetlight, her silhouette wavering like a ghost from his past, haunting him with memories he longed to forget. The shadow shifted, facing him now. Her f ace was obscured by darkness, only her piercing eyes revealing the pain that mirrored his own, an unspoken connection that bound them together in sorrowful silence. She reached out a hand, beckoning him to come closer, drawing him in with a hypnotic pull that he couldn't resist, like a moth to a flame. And as he took a hesitant step forward, the echo of their shared grief reverberated through the desolate city, a symphony of heartache playing in the empty bowels of the night. The melancholic melody of their sorrowful reunion resonated through the silent streets, a poignant reminder of the love they had lost in the depths of their own darkness, a love that lingered like a bittersweet ache in their hearts, haunting them in the short night.
He reaches out, the depth further still eluding his desperate grasp as she fades into the night, leaving him alone in his torment. Ephemeral whispers of her essence linger in the air, a cruel reminder of a love that slipped away like sand through his fingers, lost to the eternal void of the short night.
Then the wailing. A piercing scream of a woman on fire. Echoed through the desolate streets, sending shivers down his spine as he realized the unbearable truth - he was not alone in his suffering, for the night held countless others drowning in the same sea of despair, their cries blending seamlessly with his own in the never-ending music of the short night.
The sun rises and so do the torment ed souls, their weary eyes seeking solace in the dim light of dawn, a brief respite from the haunting darkness that cloaked their broken hearts. A new day dawns, but the ghosts of the short night still linger, their presence like a heavy fog that refuses to dissipate, a reminder of the past. The night is over.
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The Short Night
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Writers
Aaron
Sadgurl (NPC)Publish Date
11/14/2025
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