#Chapter41
The worst part about experiencing the most perfect day in the whole world? It eventually had to end.
But not yet. Not quite.
Darkness had swooped in, leaving the outside world a ghostly hue of clashing colours, the moon struggling to be seen over the stubborn remnants of daylight. Beneath the odd blend, beneath the waking of the street lights, everything seemed so much more beautiful. Headlights gleamed, the thin trickle of traffic disappearing out of view, and the seafront in which we had spent a large portion of the day was just about visible.
The tide looked to be in, but I couldn't be sure. It stretched too far against the limits of my vision, blurring and distorting until I wasn't entirely sure what I was seeing. I gave up squinting at it. It had begun to hurt my eyes, and I found that I simply didn't care enough about the whereabouts of the waterline.
