Blessed times come to patient people. I have been patient all my long life, I was waiting for this special person that would change my life. I took the habit of going on the roofs by night and looking at her. Admiring her all night, she was my light.
Winter times came to the village and she stopped to close her curtains, the night was longer and thicker. It was an opportunity for me, I was in awe, Staying in the shadows. Tonight I was on the roof for a few hours when someone came in my back.
Judging by the fact that I could not perceive the presence earlier, I knew immediately that it was my dearest friend, Zuline. Only she could be close to the dark as much as me, to the point that she was part of the shadows almost in the same way I was. Except for one thing, Zuline was still technically alive, when I never was for real.
