#100 Eclipse

On the day of the eclipse, Deimos hid under the bridge, focusing on the sound of water rather than the nervous fluttering of his heart.

There was a shift in the air. Cyrus stood before him with widened eyes; an angel with an aureole of golden curls. Deimos’ shadow cowarded. He was no stranger to hurt.

For weeks, they’d been writing each other letters, but now, Deimos left Cyrus speechless. Cyrus didn’t need words. They were one. Their bodies slotted in place as he kissed Deimos, and when the moon blocked out the sun, everything was brighter by their light.