The second the Sun sank below the horizon, he opened his eyes and raced outside. Once again, he had missed the sunset in all its fantastical and beautiful colors. He stared up into the gloaming.
He had always been an early riser. That hadn’t changed after he died. His eyes were better now than in life, but it wasn’t the same.
The gloaming wasn’t a sunset and never would be. Still, as the vampire watched the dull reds shift into twilight purples, he savored what light he could stand and worried for the night when it was no longer enough.

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