Nothing was holding on to the gloomy sky that night. As the sun took off, no star bothered to come up, no wind at all, and barely any clouds. It was clear, they were mad at the night. For all the crimes that took place within it. All the deaths and lost hopes, all the drinking out of sorrow. They were so caught up in the bad stuff they never seemed to realize all the love that night brought and kept and produced. They never saw how happy people were having sleepovers, watching late night TV and making tea. How peaceful and quite people were when they closed their eyes. The sun, wind and clouds rejected the night, so it was left alone, pitch black and empty. But night was cosy enough on its own. Yeah it was damaged and alone but it was also full of love.
L.Y.
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