She sits up as he moves and with a breath the darkness envelops her. She closes her eyes and listens, knowing that the gloom will clear and that the moonlight will swell before her vision and she will be able to see again. But she does not want to see. She wants to listen. So she closes her eyes.

A mix for a short story. I won't lie, it is largely similar to the lovely Fierta's mix remembrance, but I wanted to get the timing right and shift the mood a little. n_n

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