Since that. From the moment I saw him, I was made to fall in love with him through someone who told me he was beautiful, he was immortal.
He was named Twilight. He looks like the sun, but the sun is not as beautiful as he is. Of course. No one will ever be able to defeat his eternal beauty. The beauty that makes my eyes will never turn to not see it. However, I can not see his eyes. My mind started to fly and someone beside me asked me.
"Why are you smiling, Oya?". That's how he called me Oya.
"You know bage? I have to thank you ". I smiled at her.
"Why? It seems like I did not do anything "
"Because you have introduced me to this beautiful twilight. It makes me not gloom back ". I smile.
He turned to me. Some of her pony hair covered one eye. He started to say.
"Do you know? You're like Dusk. Although, you're not as timeless as it seems. But, you're beautiful. You've made enough of my days to be beautiful because you're beside me. Oya, I love you "
"I love you too, Bage. And I want to tell you, that you have succeeded from the beginning you tried. "
I was joking with Bage. It never fails to make me feel comfortable.
The afternoon started toward the dark night. It was then that I saw that Dusk was falling. Good night's sleep. I'll see you soon.
Since then, I always wait for Senja every afternoon. My happiness in seeing the Twilight, still like yesterday. I'll be back home as the twilight begins to fall. And so on.
Then one afternoon, I was no longer waiting for Dusk. Because the twilight that made me fall in love, did not feel the same as yesterday. The light is dim. Closed dark and shapeless nimbostratus clouds.
As I looked at it, I wished I could keep the cloud away from covering the Light of Dusk. However, whatever power. That's when I started getting mad at the nimbostratus clouds. Suddenly someone was holding my shoulder. And said in a low voice. It turns out he's my beloved, Bage.
"Calm down, you'll see a more beautiful Twilight tomorrow". Bage said trying to calm down.
I could barely hear his voice between the roar of the rain and the lightning strikes. I leaned on the shoulders of the Bage. And seeing the clouds of nimbostratus begin to vanish when it rains very hard. I do not like rain in the afternoon.
I waited and hoped the rain would start to subside. So that I can see the last light as the twilight begins to fall. Waiting is not an easy thing to do. I began to fall asleep myself tired of waiting for the never-ending rain.
I wish I could see the more beautiful Twilight tomorrow. As Bage told me before I dreamed it. I'll see you soon, Dusk.
