Richard S. Sexton Jr.
Where did it all start, you may ask. Seems so long ago that I do not think you would believe me. I was walking down the street much like that girl I massacred last night. A woman came up to me with her eyes wide open and glaring down at me. I couldn't help but to stare back at her and wonder how such a beautiful creature could stand to see my face. I asked her for her name and she told me that the darkness forbade names and that I should only refer to her as a nameless soul.
"Young lad, I am nameless in these times because I am so old. Though you may not think it, I long to be as youthful as you again. The world of the day is but a mere memory to me. I have come to be a freakish foul that grew to enjoy this pitch-black world with all my heart."
She wore an outfit of pure white silk that flowed from tip to gown along her body. Pale as she was, I could understand her words clearly for it had been a longing of mine, a desire to live in a world where only the mist of stars could light my path. I looked at her anxiously and begged of her to tell me how she came to be like this. . .
"Lad, the world I see every night is full of wonderful things, though I cannot say they were any more extravagant then their day-lit counterparts. I was wastrel of my enjoyment of them. My life slowly crept into revolution along the time of the eve hours until finally I no longer saw the sun rising and lowering. I could only see the moon as my brightest star."
She went on to tell me of how Love lost could not be found during the day. It must be sought after during the mourning hours of the evenings, unfortunately that is where I began to become lost. I had not known love, not like she. I lost myself in the night as she had. . . I had fallen in love with a passion that could not be found again. . .
