blacken
We sit in a room darken by the dead of night. a single flame flickers in this room to bring hope and warmth. We have sat here for what seems like an eternity, awaiting the next best thing. I must not have been paying attention to the surroundings, because when I thought of that room I only thought of you. While you stared at the walls as your prison, I saw it as our castle. You got up and quickly motioned towards the door, opening it so quickly that the draft blow out our flame and suddenly you and the warmth was gone.