The night always breeds the deepest, most persistent, and most yearned-for desires in people's hearts.
It always makes them shed the masks of daylight, release the constraints in their hearts, and do things they normally wouldn't do.
The person Deano Zell missed the most, the only love that had ever moved him, was right in front of him. He could no longer control himself and held her tightly.
He whispered, "You don't know how much I love you..."
...
Deano Zell forgot how it began, how it ended; his brain was filled with Monica's name.
A night of passion, a night of intimacy, a night of indulgence, but the night eventually came to an end.
As the first light of dawn entered through the window, the passion that had entwined them all night dissipated.
Like a mermaid who ultimately turns into sea foam and then, touched by sunlight, vanishes without a trace.
