The morning air was slightly cold, compelling her to curl up instinctively, like a little cat afraid of the cold, nestled in his arms, her small face rubbing against his chest twice, before drifting back to sleep.
The sky grew brighter, the sun slowly rising, yet Joshua Hughes' heart began sinking little by little with the rising sun. Even though he knew she would return, he still felt so reluctant to see her leave. How could he live without her? Counting the days until she returns, day after day?
Longing is enduring, like a night sky devoid of the slightest starlight. Without her, his world plunged into perpetual darkness...
