The moon will sing a song for me
I loved you like the sun
Bore the shadows that you made
With no light of my own
I shine only with the light you gave me

Auster knows the lifespan for his kind.

He studied it religiously. Before he knew he was the last one, he used it to hold out hope that perhaps there was in fact another.

But now? Now it just tortures him.

No matter how he ages, no matter how technology advances.

He's going to lose you someday.

Time continues to march. You're becoming slower. Older. And he can't help but face the truth.

Someday is getting closer.

Happy valentines <3

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