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Dusk is an eerie time to be outside. After all everyone’s heard the horrible tales of what happens on Hallows Eve. But all it took was one smile and I stepped out of the shelter with him.
As we strolled hand in hand my gaze flicked to the sky and I gasped. Staring back at me was a cascade of crimson-hued brushstrokes.
“Told you it would be worth your while,” he whispers, his voice thick with the same awe I feel.