Tidbits of Love

The Last Night-2

A faint trace of the coming daylight lingered on the horizon, light chasing away the darkness with every passing minute. It was the first of November and Storm stood outside the house. His gaze played over the still full bowl of candy, the jack-o’-lanterns, their lights now burned out. A quick glance over his shoulder and a tentative touch of the oaken front door closed fast to the outside world. Upstairs tucked away in the comfy blankets of a lush bed, Timothy slept peacefully, their night of play and pleasure over yet again.

In a few more days, he would be gone for good, taken into the world of spirits by one of Storm’s colleagues.

“Best not to dwell,” he muttered, heading off toward the drive.

As he put distance between himself and the house, the façade began to crumble, to fall away until it once again was nothing more than a shell of a grand manor. The truck in the drive was certainly not going anywhere any time soon. Storm tapped his walking stick against his shoe, gazing upon the structure. This time he didn’t fight the tears. He was granted one night every year, one night in which he could relive whatever he wanted, and it was the love he still felt for Timothy that brought him back to a rainy Halloween.

“Forever,” he said, turning and heading off into the coming day.