Literature
Will I Last [Brook X Reader]
It was that fleeting hour of the day when the moon and sun are high and bright at the same time. Like many things in life, these summer nights filled with celestial beauty wouldn’t last much longer. You sat quietly on the roof of the crows nest watching the two celestial bodies cross over each other, unbothered and unfazed in their brief eclipse. The sun now on it’s way into the waters as the moon peaked high into the sky, you watched the trade off as pinks turned to purples and deep dark blues, darkness washing over the sea as a sliver of light became all that was left of the sun. As beautiful as it was, it was almost tragic, and damn near a metaphor for life. The beauty of the moment always lost to the darkness, and soon that moment would never come to be. The sun and the stars never aligned the same way they did in the summer, so all would be lost until the next year came to bring back the snuffed out beauty. Like the sun disappearing beyond the horizon, you too would die out. The
