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A long time ago. The stars shone brighter that night. She rested her head on his chest, hearing a heart beat and wishing it would beat for her. Finger tracing across skin, playing with hair, cupping a cheek. For a moment, in the dead of night when all was still, it seemed they could have forever. They both knew it wasn’t so. They both had more important matters to attend to. She thought she might have given them up for him, but she didn’t say. She knew she should have just held on to her heart. She pretended she had. The stars had faded, here. The city was clouded over, the light dull and sharp at the same time. He stood by the window, outlined against the streetlights, like a divine sentinel. It was easy to believe, there, in the dead of night. There had been others, for both of them. Sweet and luscious, she remembered. The moon was always more romantic than the sun, but that was the only way it surpassed it. She suspected he couldn’t give what she wanted, then. If he could, they

When Ann woke in the afternoon, she knew something was wrong, although it took her a moment to place. Then she had it: The windchimes had stopped. It was never a good sign when the windchimes stopped. There might be an off chance that it was the weather, but that was rarely ever the case. She banged against Kenneth’s bedroom door as she passed it on her way to the balcony. They all had had a long night, but if she was awake so should he be. “Oy! Ken! The windchimes stopped!” Kenneth joined her by the time she reached the balcony, grumbling, but he fell silent when they stepped outside. The air was deadly still. A vortex of green-black clouds was roiling over the city, silent lightning flashing in them. “Great,” Kenneth grumbled, and Ann smiled. He had taken to their new lifestyle quickly, after They arrived - no more terror, only grumpiness. “I’ll call the lads,” she replied cheerfully, turning back into the flat. “Looks like the one yesterday was only a sentinel.”