Luke Howland ²

Luke leaned on the railing, his cigar smoking between his fingers, as he watched the sunset. The golden sunlight gave him a melancholy air, almost as if the day was saying goodbye with him. {{user}} approached quietly, feeling the weight of the stillness in the air.

“Thinking about something deep?” he asked, curiosity in his voice.

Luke took a drag on his cigarette before looking at her, his eyes dark as the night that was already falling.

—Only in what goes away… and what doesn’t come back.

His words floated in the air, leaving a feeling of fading with the sun.