Night fell, and the universe seemed to hang upside down.
As time passed, the temperature dropped even lower.
Summer Thorne huddled in Timothy York's arms, sitting by the edge of Astraline for a long time.
Neither of them spoke much.
In a scene like this, words felt superfluous. They simply sat in silence, privately cherishing the tranquility.
Until he noticed how ice-cold Summer Thorne's hands were.
Timothy York pulled her completely into his embrace, wrapping them both in his overcoat.
But the pre-dawn chill was still too intense. Timothy York squeezed her hands again and again, but he couldn't seem to bring any warmth back to them.
Soon, Timothy York simply stood up, lifting Summer Thorne into his arms.
Summer Thorne, whether from the cold or the shock, didn't snap out of her daze until he had turned and taken two steps. "Are we leaving already?" she asked.
"Mhm," Timothy York replied. "The sky will be light soon."
The implication was that the stars would soon disappear.
