Her assistant Lena had left when the bell in reception rang. A man perched on the leather couch dropped hash oil under his tongue and whispered, “shall we reach out in your chamber?”.
“Silvermoon,” she said.
“I’m Night,” he said.
She considered what had brought him. She leaned back and spread her arms behind her head, waiting, but he declared nothing, rested in the armchair. He smoked, he wept. Abruptly he said,
“give me your card and I’ll ring you.” He jumped up and left.
The lift started up from the ground floor. The doors opened, and a female inside spoke to him.
“Why did you show up here, she hissed? Did you meet her?”
“No no, I couldn’t. I needed to. "
“Hold your mouth shut.”
Silvermoon wasn’t aware of this as she relaxed in her room.
It was time to go home. She had friends always wanting to make her go places. She chose the kooky solitude of the inner city.
The next morning Lena arrived early to find someone had broken in. She noticed a glowing scroll and frightened, she threw it out the window without reading it, then spent the next hour worrying because she had touched it. She did not understand if it was dangerous.
When Silvermoon arrived, they both found it on the street below. Silvermoon assured her that there was nothing to fear. It's just Night trying to get my attention, don't worry he does not want to hurt us. He is just feeling upset about his breakup. He told me the whole story on the phone last night. I did not lose any sleep over it.
Silvermoon had way much to do. She knew all the news on who was fucking who. Night was such a drama queen, although she could concede his breakup was more problematic than usual. Day was difficult, and arranging their separation would take all her worldly skills and some supernatural ability. Their falling out would affect many people.
After his performance Night felt drained. He spent the next two days in his apartment trying to avoid any contact with the outside world. Each evening he ventured out and enveloped the world in his silky blackness. His anger spread like mercury through the darkened streets.
Mindfulness was of no use. He could not stop the thought of her attendance at court in the morning. The optimistic chirping of small birds. The eager lines of traffic with people looking forward to their work. The grey haze that hung over the city. That was what had attracted him to her in the first place, but over the months he could not cope with her success and popularity.
Silvermoon glanced at the news portal on her screen. Silvermoon to act on the separation of Night and Day. The story was already running hot in the celebrity pages.
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