Night. There is no moonlight. There are no stars or lights.
I could smell the rich, bloody fragrance of the plants that bloomed sadly in the darkness.
He held my hand tenderly, like leading a young child lost in the darkness.
Just not a word.
Where is this? I asked gently.
This is my home and our home.
I look at him, and even though I can't see him, I know he's there. This man I love is a man with sharp teeth and blue eyes. I could feel the deep sadness in him. This rotten and bloody smell made me deeply addicted to it.