He thought on that and said: "I would like to believe that, too. Very much so." He shifted a little on the cold bench. It was not a comfortable place to pass time, but he barely felt it. His senses were focused on taking in her presence next to him. "At the same time, I keep questioning if the end of a cycle guarantees the beginning of a new one. I want to believe that the darkening of light is the precursor to its return."
If getting through this and seeing the new day was given, he could trust the process. It was not, he feared. And yet, everything he did seemed predetermined. "As you see," he said to Themis with a slight smile, "I have learned nothing. I am caught in my old struggle with the stars."
Samuel glanced over to her again, then looked away. He felt as though he had gazed into something too bright. The archway was empty now, and the courtyard too.
If getting through this and seeing the new day was given, he could trust the process. It was not, he feared. And yet, everything he did seemed predetermined. "As you see," he said to Themis with a slight smile, "I have learned nothing. I am caught in my old struggle with the stars."
Samuel glanced over to her again, then looked away. He felt as though he had gazed into something too bright. The archway was empty now, and the courtyard too.
