Despite all the lights, and all lights were bright, he could not shut out the darkness; it kept on peeping through the window.
“Why?” he asked himself.
It was overpowering, this darkness; it was a challenge and he seemed to be failing, again and again.
Only if he could have convinced her that there was nothing fake in his love. But was he being truthful, he wondered.
He hated himself for being uncertain of everything, even his love.
If he could shut out this darkness from his being then everything would be bright and cheerful.
Word Count 100 words.
This post is part of Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff