Ouroboros Spine The time I knew what happiness was

The yellow light cast by the moon, impartially formed as it was, still afforded a considerable amount of light. It cut across him and made the blackness of his shape all the more solid while likewise, reflecting from the moon-woman, made her stand out radiant beside him.

There was silence. The sound of steps came and went, leaving only their shared breathing. If he strained he could listen to the beat of her heart, she was so close. But he would not look at her. Childish of him, maybe. Easier to pretend he was alone.