"Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again. Or the night." he whispers in her ear as the sun dips behind the horizon.

A chill rushes through her body. Never seeing the stars or moon again? How could that be? It should be impossible. But she knows him, and she knows nothing is impossible for him, especially pertaining to the night.

As the night surrounds her, she feels his presence slip away from her. For good. No goodbyes, or nice knowing you. No. He tends to travel unnoticed and invisible, even to those he knows.

Except she will never know him again. No matter how many years she lives, she will never see another sunset again.

Or him.