The Alchemist's BrideAlfons’ grip on the railing tightened, and his eyes travelled the skies again.The Alchemist's Bride
The night air was chill and unnerving, but he paid it no mind.
He took in a deep, shaky breath, but never once closed his eyes for more than the split second of blinking.
He couldn’t afford to miss it – he’d watch the skies, night after night, watching the cycle of the moon and the stars through that great, expansive black. He’d watch for every falling star, or light in the sky.
Waiting…
Night after night he stood on this rooftop.
Miss Gracia got married, and
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